Sorry if this is triggering (suicide thoughts and gun games and I have no one idea what Russia is like)
It had been days since you had been out of your house. You had friends over so it wasn't that lonely but it never helped you with your depression. You were watching anime with your friend ,Abby, she never gave up on you on your "moody" days where you would be overly aggressive. You lived in Russia and hated it there but cooped with it anyway because your family lived there. You would feel guilty if you left your family so you normally didn't think about it.
After the anime Abby left to go back home but not before she said " poka, drug" ( bye friend)
"Do sivdaniya" (bye) you yelling back.
Now it was you alone in the house. All your friends were at work so no one could come over. You went to your room and walked over to your dresser. On top there was a revolver and a single bullet. You also had the directions to The Russian Roulette gun game.
You toke the cylinder out,
Put the bullet in it,
Spun the cylinder,
Snapped it back into the gun,
Put it to your head,
And shot.
Everything went black but you had a smile on your face. No one could stop you from dieing now.

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Aléatoirejust a bunch of storys I was too lazy to put in there own books.