Merciful

Prolouge

    This should be easy I kept thinking yo myself. This is what I want I had to reiterate for the umpteenth time, but suddenly, sitting there with my step dad's gun in my hand I wasn't so sure.  Maybe it was to easy. Pull the trigger, bang, and it's all over. Maybe I wanted something I could feel my soul leaving my body, or maybe...maybe I really didn't want to do this. Still, all those years of torture and ridicule by my peers flashed in my head. Years of being ignored by the teacher, ignored by my adoptive parents, ignored by the so called god, prodded at me. I wasn't here, in this moment of final destination, for myself. I was here to show the entire world what they had done to me. Putting the gun down for a second, I picked up my trusty blade and dragged it across both wrist. As deep as I dared, revealing in the pain. Tears sprang in my eyes. I picked the gun back up, blood spilling everywhere. I stood in front of the mirror, glaring at the girl staring back. The girl with black makeup running from her emerald green eyes, her messy blonde hair, the gun in her hand. I could her some faint noise outside the door. Probably from my adoptive parents room next door. I heard some whispering and a thud. Deciding I'd better hurry this up, I readied myself to squeeze the trigger.
   The bathroom door bursted open, but I didn't move an inch. I didn't squeeze the trigger, yet the gun was still to my head. I lowered it and turned to the door, expecting to see my aghast adoptive parent. Imagine my surprise at the tall figure all in black. There was blood on his hands and in his hands a knife. Yes, there was fear. However, it wasn't the appropriate amount. I had just spent three hours debating on how and if to kill myself. If this stranger wanted to do it, by all means. He looked me over with curiosity. The only feature I could see were his dark gray eyes.  He tilted his head to the side then he spoke.
      "You're not scared?" He said the last word in surprise. A Russian accent touched his deep voice.  I nodded because I'd be lying if I said no. Truth be told I was terrified. Still, I was so ready to die, so ready to exit this life I'd gladly let him do whatever he wanted as long as it ended in my death.
      "I am." I admitted as he stepped closer. So close his eyes were boring into mine. "But I'm ready." He looked surprised again. Not surprised, taken aback. Then he took his blade and pressed the tip under my chin.
      "Your ready?" He applied a bit of pressure and I felt blood run down my chin. "For this?" I nodded frantically. I was ready. As the same deep pain I felt in my wrist started in my chin I suddenly felt so very weak. He took the knife away and suddenly grabbed my bleeding wrist. A frantic panic look appeared in his eyes, but focusing was so hard as my head became so light. The last thing I heard was sirens as the world went black and I got my wish.