Short Story

"What are you doing with your life?" she said.

"Waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

I look up to the black sky above me. "When the pain finally decides to consume my mind, body, soul, and pride leaving me nothing left to feel." I look at her and then to the ground.

There's a long pause and she sifts to the side I refuse to look up, but I can still hear her. My mind wonders to other places as she asks me more questions and somehow I seem to answer them all completely. I don't really see how that's possible because I feel like I don't know anything anymore. After an hour she leaves and I sit on the porch alone, trying to forget everything I ever said to her, but my mind keeps repeating the same things over and over. I get up and head to my bed, I sit on the edge and cry just thinking of how stupid I was. My eyes wonder to the dresser drawer and I open it revealing a small shiny gun, I grab it and put it to my head. I hold my breath and everything goes dark. I find myself falling into oblivion. I'm finally home, I think to myself, home where I belong.