PREFACE
Even in my final moments I can't help but over think the situation. What should my last words be? Suicide doesn't deserve any noble catchphrase but perhaps at the last minute I will come up with a few spontaneous words that will stick with me even in death.
Surely death will not feel like falling asleep, but hopefully not like being impaled. I highly doubt I will see Jesus in a white robe with angel wings singing on clouds, maybe a devil wearing a sinister smile in a pit of fire. With these thoughts in my head I actually regret not going to church, though I have always considered myself undefined when it came to religion.
I turn up the radio in an attempt to distract my thoughts; one might say I am literally on a highway to hell. I can't help but chuckle at that thought, though it might be the last thought I ever think.
I can't help but let a tear slip from my eye as I hover my foot over the gas pedal. I knew this would happen, yet I still don't regret the decisions I've made up to this point. All of my smiles and laughs were just a part of the production; this façade I have put on is just a part of the play. I have prepared for this moment; the final act.