I'm Sorry For Failing

The cold barrel of the pistol being pushed against my skull chilled me along with the terrifying reality that just hit me. This was the end, not only of my life, but the poor people that put their lives in my hands. I wanted to scream, to tell them I was sorry, but I couldn't. I was frozen, stunned in fear, simply awaiting my death.
I could hear the sound of my soon to be killer pushing their finger on the trigger, signalling that it was my time to die. When I die the last hour will be destroyed; it wasn't long before I heard the loud bang of the gun firing. Goodbye world, I’m sorry for failing.