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Harry's POV
The music slightly lowered down because, since it was a New Years party, the host wanted to count down the last seconds of 1986. I didn't know the host. Actually, I didn't know anyone at this party. I was taking out the mail on a Friday morning and then I saw a fancy envelope, telling me that I have been invited to some party.
I couldn't refuse to that offer. I didn't really have an exciting life, and a party can add some spice to it. You can meet new people and gain friends. The thing is, I didn't really socialized with anybody at the party. The reason wasn't because I am anti-social. No, actually I am a social butterfly. I can get along with almost anyone.
The reason is because I haven't been myself lately. I am sadder than usual and I can't stop crying at night. I don't know why this is happening to me though. I've never been depressed. I've never cut before in my life. I've never had suicidal thoughts, but now I want to die.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" Countless people had said.
After the host said Happy New Years, a gunshot was fired. And I was slowly falling to the ground. People's voices sounded like they were fading away, and my sight became blurry.
"Call the ambulance! A man has been shot!" A woman yelled.
I never remembered what happened after that. But I knew that my wish had been granted. All I knew, is that I died that day. I also knew that, that gunshot wasn't made for me. It was made for the host.
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