• He's already deathly depressed. Enemies everywhere, The girl he loves Walks though hallways as if Life is perfect. She's so naive. Some fucking jock Strolls by, Without a care In the world. "Hey asshole. You're gonna Die alone." 2:47 am. He's awake, The jocks words Scrolling though his mind. Gun in hand. A single bullet. Turns the revolver. Russian roulette. A game of chance, Hope, Luck, Death. Missed shot. Another bullet shoved Into the gun, Drives the car Straight through her Window. Who the hell will care. He rushes To her side. She's alive, But shaken. Good, he thinks. First shot. She's dead. Last word adressed To the jock. "Wrong". Second shot. He didn't die alone.

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