Because I Loved You

Can I Die

I sat in my apartment staring at the wall. There was static on the TV. The lights were off. I looked at the gun laying on my lap. Perhaps this is my only way. I picked up the gun and slowly lifted it. Pressing the barrel between my eyes, I exhaled, then there was a knock on the door. In anger, I grabbed the TV remote and threw it at the door. It shattered into a million pieces while creating a loud crashing sound. The knocking stopped. I sighed and put the barrel back between my eyes. My finger went to the trigger. There was a knock on the window. I screamed in anger and grabbed the knife laying next to me. Standing up, I went to the window and threw it open. The person standing there was shocked frozen as I threw my knife in his face. I slammed my window shut and went back to the chair. Again, someone knocked on the door. I growled and grabbed a vase. Going to the door, I opened it. Harley stood there with a sad look on her face.

"GO AWAY!!!"

I threw the vase at her and slammed the door in her face. It hurt me to do that, but she had hurt me worse. I grabbed my gun and placed it under my jaw. The door swung open.

"PUDDIN, NO!!!"

I pulled the trigger.