Last Call
SS by Wendy

The phone rings on the nightstand, don't answer. His voice booms through the answering machine and my heart continues to break. My eyes fill with the tears that have stand besides me for 2 long months. The cold steel rests against the palm of my hand. I wonder how would it taste like, steel resting on my tongue my finger resting on the trigger. Probably if I pull it my brains will plaster against the wall making a nice portrait. No one will notice...maybe I won't make a masterpiece I'll just form a puddle on the ground and satisfy the thirst of a vampire. But no one will notice not even HIM. I could point it on my chest and blast my heart out, yeah I could do that he will then definitely have my heart. I set it there and gently carefully set my fingertip on the trigger. Memories flood my mind of him & I, after I'm gone he will love me, yeah he will. Shit! I've done it. The cold steel making a river of blood leading into an ocean. It's all getting blurry, my knees getting weak. I feel...free yeah that's it free. My body collapses on the cold tile floor. He'll love me now and maybe miss me too. It all goes black.

"You still there!, look baby I love you, I do. I'm sorry I treated you wrong, baby I miss you! God answer the fuckin phone" silence.