The trigger against my finger was the last thing I felt. Its the only thing I felt in a long time. Since Justice left, Since she saw I wasn't what she wanted.
I didn't feel anything the last 3 months I was alive. Nothing but sadness and pain. I didn't get those moments of happiness anymore. I didn't laugh at jokes anymore. I didn't text anyone. I didn't speak. I think I spoke about 20 words total in my last days. Since she left I didn't have much of anything to look forward to.
I was holding up a picture of me and Justice that we took at a bus stop with both of us smiling and happy. I wanted her to be the last thing I saw before I splattered my brains against my mostly empty bedroom wall. I still loved her more than anything.
And then it hit, the bullet tapped the side of my head and everything went black. I think I smiled before I pulled the trigger.
