but the last sound I hear is the sound of my brain splattering on the wall behind me as the gun leaves my hand and my body hits the floor. I watch as blood flows from my wrist. I lay my head back, my vision goes dark, my eyes close, and the knife falls from my hand to the ground. I look down and step off the edge. The air rushes by me like wind through the trees. My life passes before my eyes, a horrible life, but, in a few seconds, it will all be over. I drop the pills into my hand, I’m sure it will be enough. I toss them into my mouth and wash them down with water. I lay down and wait for the poison to do its work. |
