On a secluded hill road, a car idling on the side of the road. There's no other car in sight. Inside there is a man, leaning in his seat, his shoulder tucks inside his chest, his eyes wander into the distance. It's dusk, the skies are mandarin, rays protruding between the clouds. The man thinks to himself what a beautiful last view. He's lost in thoughts, his mind replaying every memory he had ever experienced. His fingers slowly reach for his ear, caressing it gently.
On the passenger seat sits a gun, a Glock 19. His hands slowly reach for the gun. He closed his eyes. He paced his breath, slowly taking his time with each inhale and exhale. He's psyching himself up, trying to draw courage to execute his last act on earth. He gradually positioned the gun between his chin and neck at a 15-degree angle, which leaves no room for second chances. The gun will penetrate his skull and the brain leaving a massive wound at the top of his head as the bullet exits his head.
His index placed firmly on the trigger, gently and deliberately pulling the trigger. His eyes shut harder as he gets closer to pulling the trigger.
BANG!
He quickly opens his eyes. His face befuddled. He scans left and right. He checks his gun. He thinks to himself "Did I die?" He examines the gun, sniffs the barrel, no smell of gunpowder, only carbon steel. The cartridge is full, no missing bullet. He prepared himself for another attempt. He goes through the process once again; gun between the chin and neck, finger pulling on the trigger, and he takes one last breath.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
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General FictionA musician gone deaf because of an ear infection. Lost all hope in life. He decided to end it, but a fateful encounter with someone stops him. That someone is a researcher to give deaf people hearing. Will Luthfe recover his hearing? Is it a sign or...
