Midari looked at her with wonder, could she be the one to provide the sweet release of death for her?
One hand gripping her right breast, the other gripping the revolver pressed against her skull, specifically aimed to cross the frontal lobe if luck was absent in the next trigger pull. Heart rate increasing with each passing second, knees bent, sweat dripping down her face with some traveling over her two piercings. Three bullets were placed in the cylinder creating a one in two chance of manifesting permanent bliss. Death is the endgame of anyone flirting with suicidal tendencies. Midari is an outlier, she's not depressed, not frustrated, nor physically weak, but masochistic bordering on self-destruction. The thrill of ending ones own mortality through probability is the preferred method. She can't insert all six bullets in the cylinder of her .44 magnum. If an uneventful death was desired she could have easily jumped in front of a speeding car or slit her wrists with a hunting knife. Midari is not a cliche, death via probability is the only method to surpass the pleasure threshold. In the girls bathroom she sat on the toilet with the seat down, panting, smiling, laughing, tremors throughout her body, panties soaked with longing temptation. All it takes is one pull, something as small as a firing pin to cause a chain reaction that ends with a teenaged girls brains sprayed all over the interior of the stall. Her eyes contracted and glowed a shade of yellow. Nothing was going to interrupt this moment that has been yearned for so long. Do it, do it now…..click. Everything went dark, ears ringing, nerves euthanized as connections were severed in a split second, loss of complete functionality being reached. The last act of agency was climaxing before achieving her endgame. Life is over, all is finished, and pleasure was acquired. Death...finally.
"Midari! Wake up or you will be late for class." A motherly voice could heard beneath a hallway stairwell. Midari opened her right eye before realizing that her death was another dream. Immediately tears formed in her right eye. Death was again a miss for her. Well, it's time to get ready for class. The Student Council will be expecting their Beautification Officer.