The night was dark, mysterious, dank. The sounds of gentle rain drops hit the windows of the house creating a bitter sweet melody. Sobs echoed all through the house, the sounds originating from the bathroom . In there layed a young troubled man, Dylan, shaking, trembling and choking on his tears. In his shaking hands, sat a simple gun, fully loaded with the trigger ready to be pulled at any moment. Dylan looked at it with a blank stare. All the pain he was feeling in that moment, all the heart break, agony and sorrow, could simply disappear with a pull to the trigger. It was so tempting, to just leave the world behind and never look back. No one would miss me, he thought. It's not like anyone cared for him. He would be doing the world a favour. In that very moment, he slowly picked up the gun and gently placed it to his head, ready to say goodbye. Suddenly, he heard his phone ring. He gasped and dropped the gun, and just for a moment, his mind cleared from all the thoughts he previously had. In a daze, he stood up from the cold tiled floor and made his way to his chiming phone. He answered it. The voice he heard on the other side was one he knew way too well. "Hello, Dylan."
A/N : I wonder who it is.......
