I am approaching them, my steps slow and constant, and the voices of the monochrome television travel throughout the room. My neck pulsates, it hinders my breath, my mind consumed with voices, ones which I cannot comprehend but seem to understand. In what feels like a life time, the revolver in enfolded in my hands. The room is now lit by fluorescents and I am standing above them waiting, waitng so impatiently to do the deed. As I catch a glimpse of her looking into me, I shoot her point blank and falls ever so gracefully to the floor, lifeless

These obviously aren't my thoughts. I just did this for fun