Hey guys! Just a short story that was stuck in my head. So I decided to let you guys read it. Any requests and reviews welcome. Thanks.
I failed again to stop these thoughts.
Won't it be nice to feel the cold steel against my head right now? The smell of gunpowder the last thing I'll remember before I die? The blood slowly streaming down my face in peaceful remedy?
Oh I so want a revolver right now, I want to caress it, softly sing songs to it, then ever so slightly pull the trigger. Depths of depression is lingering in my mortal being. Death is the answer, no one would actually be too much full of remorse. Yeah, shocked at first, then they will be sad, but then get on with their lives. That's the circle of life.
Oh the touch of death is playing with me, I truly wish to die. The murmur of my dying soul cries out to me, if alive I'll be able to see the disappointment in my parents eyes as I get back into rehab, the un-touching sympathy and empathy of friends. I'm better off dead than to face that.
Oh where can I find a beautiful gun? For if I die, I want something beautiful to kill me. I want to die with a peaceful, sad smile, looking down at the pretty thing that set me free.
Oh, how I would love to play with death, Russian Roulette till the bullet shoots me in the head. Oh... Won't it be nice to die like that? And in the background you hear a song of Roxette, in my mind the everlasting melody of my very own Russian Roulette.
"Maka get out of the bathroom already, will ya?!"
I slowly walk out of the bathroom as Soul rushes in. It's just another day of failure for me. Another day when I can't kill myself, another day when I face my thoughts in my everlasting suicidal Russian Roulette.
If only Soul can see my pain and get me out of this game, a known game that we both played...
I'm in Russian Roulette...