User blog comment:MichaelDiaz101/Bully RP/@comment-2218058-20110620220750

I sat alone that night on my bed. It was a long miserable one, I've had some long nights before where your left alone only to be tormented by your merciless thoughts. Tonight was the worst I'd ever experienced. A half bottle of liquor was at my side, I occasionally took a drink to ease the pain. It would only come back, harder and worse that before. The moonlight dimly shined through the murky window. It light up the edge of my desk, the desk where I had laid a revolver. The revolver with its long barrel lay there as if to say: "It's only a matter of time." I often stared at it, only to turn away and ponder the idea of using it to end it all. It was all over, nothing was left. Not even hope. I finished the bottle of liquor. Feeling more pain then ever, I gave the revolver another stare. It was still there, waiting for me to end it all. I stood up and picked the revolver up off of the desk. It felt as if I was holding ice. Ice that had the power to end all of my pain. I held it in my hand for what seemed like an eternity before sitting back down on the bed with the revolver in hand. I loaded in one bullet and pulled the hammer back. It was time to end it all. Suddenly, a knock on the door that echoed throughout the room.