Safety, off

One time, I sat in my room with a loaded gun. It was a shotgun, resting vertically on the floor, my head resting ontop of it's barrel, safety off. I was contemplating life, why should I bother?

The chaotic thoughts in my head aligned themselves, as my finger was reaching for the trigger.

I would like to know what happens tomorrow

This little incident took no more than ten minutes of my life, a little quirk that saved my life and made me