[ You get your phone. But then you turn it off after a couple of messages. Tears fill up your eyes again as you put the phone in your pocket. You walk to an abandoned building, finding a place to stay while you heal. You use your shirt to patch up your wounds. You hate this ]
[ You finally wake up, weak. You leave the gun behind as you stood up and made your way out of the alleyway. Blood dripped from your ear, stomach and face as you walked down the street to a phone store. You had some money on you ]
[ You are about to pass out. You raise the gun back to your mouth, putting it in. You close your eyes but before you know it the gun comes out of your mouth again, pulling the trigger as it fell. A bullet went through the corner of your mouth. It ripped your cheek. You are hurt ]
[ The rain is pouring on you, washing away the blood. It soaks into your face. You stare down at the gun pressed into your stomach. It pull the trigger, sending the bullet through your stomach, not hitting anything major. Unfortunately. You start crying more. I feel too good. ]
[ You are shaking so much. Your hand slips, taking the gun out of your mouth and pulling the trigger. The bullet shoot’s up and into your ear. You growl. Half of your ear is gone ]
[ Stress +++ ]
[ You are still shaking. You grab the gun again, aiming at your stomach ]
[ You go to an alleyway, gun in hand. You feel empty. Extremely empty. You sit on the wet floor, staring down at the loaded gun. You start to cry. It feels weird. Tears start flowing down your face and onto your hands. You open your mouth, putting the gun in it. ]