Fml

The Gun

I looked in the mirror looking at all the aspects of my face. I Picked my hair up off my shoulders and put it into a high ponytail. Looking at what I was wearing which was only a white shirt and white jeans I decided there was no reason to dress up for the occasion. I walk into my room and grab the silver breifcase under my bed and begin to make my way outside. I open the case and it reveals thousands of dollars. Beginning to get angry I began ripping the money apart and spitting on it. I sit down on the ground. Its around 2am. I stare into the darkness and begin to cry. Roughly wiping the tears away I stand back up. I grab the rest of the money to continue ripping it up when I see blood. I run back into the house only to see it was coming from my eyes. I start laughing at all the blood. Thats the moment when i realized I was complelty insane. Revealing more blood I wipe some blood away with an extra $100 i had in my pocket. . The blood had gotten all over my clothes. I go to sit down on the chair in the living room. On my right theres a gun, on my left theres a rope. I reach over and pick up a pen and a napkin. Frustated, i throw the pen across the room and use the napkin to wipe the remainder of the blood from my eyes because it was beginning to get blurry. I look back at my options and decided to go with the gun. If anything I wanted to go out with a bang. Knowing the police would be at my house any minute to arrest me, I was gonna make it quick and easy. I Pick up the gun and place it on the roof of my mouth. The police rushes in with guns. "PUT THE GUN DOWN" they shout. Mumbling with the gun in my mouth. "Sometimes i just feel like....fml" and pulls the trigger.