The pistol felt cold in my hand, but my body felt warm. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, making me jam the barrel hard into my skull. I knew this was the only way I would get out of this shithole.
I had already accepted it. The note was taped to the back of my chair: when my family came in, I wanted them to see what they made me do. “Well,” I thought, finger going to the trigger.
“I better get on with it.” I clenched my eyes shut, took a deep breath… and then my eyes shot open.
How could I have forgotten to call her? Awkwardly, my left hand brushed across my desk, knocking away the pieces of paper and gum wrappers to the floor, until I grabbed my phone.
I had only been dating Vanessa for a week, but we had been getting along well enough.
I knew she didn’t deserve to get tangled into this mess I was about to make, but maybe she was the one I needed to talk to.
Maybe I just needed one person to say they cared about me to stop me from doing this. I went through my contacts, and started to dial.
I held the phone up to my left ear, the gun still pressed to my right.
“You finally called,” She said suddenly, making me jump in my chair.
“You know its Valentine’s, right? What did you get me? Some chocolate, or…maybe one of those big teddy bears?” I stayed silent. “Hey, you still there?” She said. I pulled the trigger.