December

December

A short story by Devon Thomas

Disclaimer:

This book contains things that some people might find offensive as well as references to suicide and self-harm. Suicide is a large and serious issue around the world and i in no way suggest it as a solution to all problems, it's just my character's way of dealing with indescribable pain. 

SUICIDAL

December wind whipped past my face, erecting thousands of little goose-bumps along my bare skin. I stared down, watching traffic pass by undisturbed as I shook in anxiousness.

The gun, fitted between me and the waistband of my jeans, felt heavy and deathly cold, tempting me silently to free it from it's prison. My hands, trembling, reached for it and as my fingers skid across it's harsh, metallic surface and wrapped around the handle. I gulped hard.

Guilty thoughts gnawed at my conscience, forcing me to think about what I'd loose. My family. My friends. But perhaps most valuable, my life.

I stepped back and inhaled deeply, wiping away every shred of regret I had for what I was about to do - what I was about to risk. Because in the end, I might get to be with her again - an act well worth the risk. And even if I never see her again, at least it'll end the numbness slowly eating me alive.

Taking in another breath, I lifted the three-ton gun from it's prison and placed the barrel to the side of my face, the temperature icing it's surrounding skin.

Heart thumping rapidly, I placed a single finger across the trigger, staring at the photo lying below my feet, and pulled.

Bang.

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So there you have it. My very first short story(and very first non-teen fiction or paranormal romance). i originally planned it for a school assignment but chose not to. instead, i'm posting it onlinebecause it's the 21st century XD. i really hope y'all enjoyed the beginning to the story and am looking forward to seeing what you guys say about it.