I didn't dare open my eyes and wake up to the horrific world that lay before me. Life was bad these days. No... That is an understatement; it was like living a constant nightmare. I had been slipping further and further into the depressing darkness, trying to find a way out, but no opening in sight. The light no longer sparked my soul. I was lost and I needed help.

I accumulated enough courage to open my eyes and to face the day. My room was dark, the way I liked it. It was my place to be myself and to ponder my thoughts. I got out of my warm bed and approached my mirror. My jet black hair was stuck to my face, due to me sweating in bed. I made a face of disgust which was reflected into the image I saw in the mirror. I hated the way I looked. The bright blue eyes were looking back at me- accusingly. I turned my back on the mirror and sat on the edge of my queen-sized bed.

I stared at the blank wall in front of me, thinking of what I had to go through today. School- the worst thing ever invented. It was just a place full of rumours and people who expected too much of you. Expectations were the thing that made me this way in the first place. Teachers always saying you can do better, you can do better. Even my parents threw them at me. It soon became all too much and I couldn't handle it anymore. I started lashing out at my parents and teachers and started breaking the rules. It made me feel free and my own person; someone who could plan out their own life. Dying my hair black from a bright blonde was the last straw for my parents, counselling was their only option. This, though, just made everything worse.

I stood up and walked across the room to my closed door covered in posters of punk rock bands like Paramore and Sick Puppies. I opened it and paused for a moment to see if anyone was down stairs. Only sounds of the creaking house were heard. 'My parents must already be at work,' I thought. I gently closed the door again and walked swiftly towards my wardrobe and opened the brown double doors. I stared at the blue shoe box hidden among clothing and shoes. I knelt down on the scratchy carpet and retrieved it and brought it back to my bed. I crossed my legs on the end of my bed and carefully pulled the lid off the box. Inside, an object was wrapped in soft pink tissue paper. I pulled the paper back and inside was a revolver.

I was over life, wishing for things that were never going to happen. I was sick of the expectations of things that I never wanted to be. I picked up the revolver and placed a finger on the trigger gently then put it upon my temple.

I no longer felt anything and my life here was done. I heard nothing as I pulled the trigger.

'Is it over?' I asked myself. Yes, it was finally over.