Drugs.

The blonde and blue eyed man injected it into his vein. After a few seconds, the heroine kicked in. He started to go numb, forgetting about the reality, and agony. He laid down on his messy bed and fell asleep.

-a few hours later-

The man woke up, screaming. A nightmare of him committing suicide. The dream to him was a bit.. pleasant. How would it feel to die? Where would you go? he wondered. He was still high, and his heart was pounding.

"May as well take more of this if I'm going to die." He said, quietly. His cracked and pale lips formed into a frown, and he tied a rope around his arm, pulling on it until his vein popped. It popped, and he injected the drug into him, taking a lot. Enough to overdose.

He was doped out, and he wrote a letter, drunk from the vodka he was drinking. After that, he grabbed the shotgun with his left hand, and he started shaking and sobbing. It needed to be over with. Finally, he pulled the trigger and it went through his head, and he was finally gone.