One night. One note. One gun. One shot. One death. A thousand feelings.
The decision hadn’t been so easy. After all she had so many responsibilities, but those responsibilities will do better without her.
She look out of the window, the night was quiet. No light was alive that night, one was about to die. She stepped away from the window and continued writing
“Please take care of Rachel, is the only thing that matters to me now. The hospital can be on hands of anyone, I don’t care anymore. Goodbye life, anda didn’t treat me well so I must leave.”
She signed the letter, fold it and put it selanjutnya to her nightstand. She took the gun that was above it and directed it to her left temple. She sighed, her hand shaking. Tears began to fall late, she had already pulled the trigger.
A carpet stained with blood, a dead body with a gun at hand. The reasons why this happened were about to knock in her door.
“Open up.” Violent knocking. “Hey, I know you’re upset but I want to talk to you.”
Nobody answered, he left not knowing nobody will respond ever.

To be continued.