Just another deadly story

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*Sigh* Its six am once again. Have to get up to continue with the bullshit life I have going on. I allready have a headache, so some pain killers and a whiskey shot will get me trough this. My stomach is growling, once again im hungry, but as I go trough my wallet all I see is dust. I dont get my check for another 7 days, but with the economy how it is, it will only last me for 4 days. After all I have to pay, the rent, the car, internet, phone bill, electricity and every other responsability that being an adult brings you. Walk to my house, ten minute early, and im allready getting work. After a long, disastrous day, I get the best news of my life, "I am fired". Great! What I needed. Now I have to find a new job in less than a week, so I can carry on with my worthless life. As days go by, I start loosing my mind. Tireness and hunger are getting to me. Everyday I lay alone in my bed, I contemplate the option of taking away my life. It is done, im taking my life. I head to the top floor of my apartments complex and as I look to the distance, I see all this people, minding their own business, not caring for what happens to others. So why cant I be like that? Why cant I be my own man and just mind my business without caring for others? Thats when it hits me. What do they have that I dont? As I grin I answer my own question with a more elaborate answer. Tho i have something, a gun and a lot of bullets.

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