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LUCKY SHOT.

By Rebecca R

I sit in my room with a gun on my left and pills on my right. I sit and think – is it worth living another day? It's a difficult question, which I think about every night. I look to my left, then to my right. I should have gone to sleep I tell myself, and hope tomorrow will be different. It's time just to give up! I try to think about something positive in my life but there's nothing to think of. Maybe the years I don't remember were good, but I doubt that. I turn to my left again and stair at the gun. The gun isn't loaded yet but I have one bullet sitting on the table waiting for this special occasion. Maybe it would be easier to take the pills. It's much quieter and clearer that way. But maybe I should leave ‘HELL' with a bang? But then again it's not my style. My whole life I was quiet; I think that the suffering should end – yes! I grab the bottle and open the lid. For some reason I pour the pills on the bed and begin to count them.......

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