Status: ATM not doing this story, need other writters to help.
Suicide Club
There was six of them sitting around a gun. A gun that had five blanks and only one real bullet. Outside there was a siren blaring down the road, and the pitter, pitter as rain drops smashed against the cold and dirty pavement. However not one of them was paying attention to the outside world.
The story of how they got there was different for each of them. But one thing was always the same. They all wanted to die. It was a suicide club, and they had a secret pact together. They would play a game of Russian roulette. If they survived they knew god had chosen them, for whatever reason, to live. For one of them it would be their last day.
The story of how they got there was different for each of them. But one thing was always the same. They all wanted to die. It was a suicide club, and they had a secret pact together. They would play a game of Russian roulette. If they survived they knew god had chosen them, for whatever reason, to live. For one of them it would be their last day.