Press. The. Damn. Trigger. Already. Life isn't going to get better at all. It's already a piece of shit. I'm a piece of shit. Oh my gosh press the trigger already! What the hell am I waiting for?! Shit. What's that sound. Oh god, there better be no one in this forest.
"Is anyone there?"
"Um yea, over here by the river." Replied a female voice.
Shit. Good going Blaze. I've already missed my chance.
"Oh shit! You scared me." I exclaimed.
"Sorry about that. I was just wondering why you asked if anyone was there. Is everything alright?" She asked in a curious tone.
At that moment, I stared at her, dumbfounded. Is she talking to me? Did she really just ask me if I was okay? Well that's a first.
"Yeah I'm fine. Mind your own business." I replied coldly.
"Geez. I just thought you needed some help, okay?" She spat back.
"If I needed help, I would've said that!" I practically yelled at her.
"Okay, sorry! Someone's on their man period." She mumbled to herself as she walked away.
Man period? Okay then. I guess I'll just have to try to kill myself tomorrow then.
I put my headphones in my ears, turned up the volume to the max and walked back home.
Nighttime
Why the fuck am I even still alive. I should've tried years ago. The day I finally get the courage to go into the forest with a gun to end my life, someone has to ruin it. Of fucking course. I think I will just hit the bar tomorrow night since its Saturday and I have nothing to do, like always. Get drunk, wake up with a hangover in the morning, head over to the forest again, shoot myself. Perfect plan.
I started laughing to myself. If I just could've talked to the therapist and tell her what I was really feeling, life would probably be somewhat decent. Now look at me! I'm just a sad excuse of a man who has no friends, used to do drugs, got disowned by family, and is now a suicidal piece of shit. None of this would've happened if I would've done the normal thing and communicated my emotions. I guess I wasn't normal from the start. I was doomed to have a horrible life. There isn't any hope left for me...I don't deserve hope.
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Out of my Mind
Mystery / ThrillerHe is stuck inside of his mind. He is only the shell of a man he used to be. He is broken. He is dangerous. He can't even protect himself from the greatest threat he faces...which is himself. "I think I'm going to go insane" She is outgoing. She is...
