Brothers
Emotionally, you are not ready for a date, much less a relationship. Certainly this decision is best for both of you.
A few months pass by.
One cool autumn night you get home from work to find that your apartment has been robbed. Everything is gone but the worn and tired fold-out couch. The police say they will look into it for you, but they don't seem too convinced that they will have any success.
You have nothing. You are all alone. In your apartment there is only you, a beat-up old couch, a leaky faucet, and a few cracks in the walls. You have nothing to distract you from your inner-turmoil tonight.
You feel violated by the robbery. The apartment is as cold and empty as you are inside.
Thoughts start to flood into your head. You weren't there for Kenny when he needed you. Your father drinks too much. You haven't really talked to your family in a few years. You wonder how they are doing, if they are getting along or if it's as bas as it always is. You think about Gwen and the aborted baby, of what could have been and of what is.
A gunshot rings outside, not too far from your apartment. You pray that the bullet finds its way to you.
You are numb for the next few days, going through the motions of life.
On your day off you start to think about your life. You need out of here. You need to end the charade of bullshit that is your life. Wishing your death isn't going to work, you need to take care of this yourself.
You look into purchasing a gun and find that there is a three day waiting period while they do a background check on you. Life is full of disappointments like this, isn't it?
You consider hanging yourself, but you're not sure how to tie a noose.
You settle on a box cutter. Late at night you extract the blade and press the tip to your wrist, without using quite enough pressure to break the skin. That's when you start to have second thoughts.
You set the razor down and collapse into tears. Why is life so cruel? Why are you such a coward?
You can't even work the nerve up to end this miserable existence It's enough to make you want to kill yourself.
The next day, you go the local corner store for some milk and the place is being held up.
With nothing to lose, you try to be a hero, but the man just shoots you.
The bullet rips a hole in your chest. The pain is intense, but somehow distant. You hear something spilling onto the floor and look down to see that it is your blood. You laugh a little in this strange and euphoric moment.
You soon find yourself on the ground looking up at the fluorescent lights that are dimming.
Turns out you don't have to bother killing yourself after all. Someone has done it for you.
A few months pass by.
One cool autumn night you get home from work to find that your apartment has been robbed. Everything is gone but the worn and tired fold-out couch. The police say they will look into it for you, but they don't seem too convinced that they will have any success.
You have nothing. You are all alone. In your apartment there is only you, a beat-up old couch, a leaky faucet, and a few cracks in the walls. You have nothing to distract you from your inner-turmoil tonight.
You feel violated by the robbery. The apartment is as cold and empty as you are inside.
Thoughts start to flood into your head. You weren't there for Kenny when he needed you. Your father drinks too much. You haven't really talked to your family in a few years. You wonder how they are doing, if they are getting along or if it's as bas as it always is. You think about Gwen and the aborted baby, of what could have been and of what is.
A gunshot rings outside, not too far from your apartment. You pray that the bullet finds its way to you.
You are numb for the next few days, going through the motions of life.
On your day off you start to think about your life. You need out of here. You need to end the charade of bullshit that is your life. Wishing your death isn't going to work, you need to take care of this yourself.
You look into purchasing a gun and find that there is a three day waiting period while they do a background check on you. Life is full of disappointments like this, isn't it?
You consider hanging yourself, but you're not sure how to tie a noose.
You settle on a box cutter. Late at night you extract the blade and press the tip to your wrist, without using quite enough pressure to break the skin. That's when you start to have second thoughts.
You set the razor down and collapse into tears. Why is life so cruel? Why are you such a coward?
You can't even work the nerve up to end this miserable existence It's enough to make you want to kill yourself.
The next day, you go the local corner store for some milk and the place is being held up.
With nothing to lose, you try to be a hero, but the man just shoots you.
The bullet rips a hole in your chest. The pain is intense, but somehow distant. You hear something spilling onto the floor and look down to see that it is your blood. You laugh a little in this strange and euphoric moment.
You soon find yourself on the ground looking up at the fluorescent lights that are dimming.
Turns out you don't have to bother killing yourself after all. Someone has done it for you.
