Go Ahead. Shoot me.

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"Ivory." He hissed, showing his perfectly white teeth.

"What?" I monotone replied back, causing him to press the gun harder on my forehead.

"You know," his voice sounded distant, sounded pained. "I have to kill you."

Smiling back, I reply "go ahead. Shoot me."

Because what's the point living when you aren't living for anything?

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