"Russian Roulette" (A/N: Suicidal themes)

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Hakeem (A/N: Suicidal themes)
" As my life flashes before my eyes
I'm wondering will I, ever see another sunrise?
So many won't get the chance to say goodbye
But it's too late to think of the value of my life"

Hakeem sat on the floor of his apartment..a bottle of wine in one hand and a gun in another.
He was a screw up...his father hated him. His brothers ignored him... His mother...
"Fuck it"he said taking a swig of the bitter alcohol.
He sat the bottle down next to him and touched the cold metal in his other hand.
'Maybe I should end it, nobody would care'
Hakeem placed the gun to his head and closed his eyes.
He breathed deeply.
One...
Two.....
Three..........
Four....................
He couldn't do it.
His fingers wouldn't pull the trigger.
'Just get it over with!!!'
He put the gun to his head and counted again.
One..
Two...
Thre-
There was a click of the gun but no bullets followed the sound.
Hakeem sighed deeply letting a few fearful tears slip down his face.
He put his head in his hands.
'What was I thinking!?!'
He stood abruptly and shook the fogginess from his brain.
He looked back at the area that could've very well been a crime scene if there was any bullets in the gun.
Hakeem shook his head.
'Never again'
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