All right...
Nothing mattered anymore... not a thing... this was all I wanted anymore... I picked up the gun. It was loaded with bullets. 'It will be painless... and what could a little pain hurt?' I thought to myself. Slowly, I raised it to the side of my head. "Shhh..." I whispered to myself, slightly tearing up. It was silent, the only sound the slight ticking of the clocks in the room. I took a deep breath and put a little pressure on the trigger... Not enough... I took another deep breath, thinking about how this was worth it. I could do it now or put the gun down and continue with this Hell on Earth. So I did it.... There was just a bang... That was it... Then nothing more... I felt nothing... I wish there was pain... Just darkness... Ah, how I loved the darkness... I looked around. This certainly wasn't Heaven. 'Good' I thought. I held up my hands to see that I wasn't a ghost or anything, just in total darkness.
"Why did you do it?" A voice said from behind me, making me whip around.
I saw a figure in a long, black cloak... even darker than the darkness itself, but I wasn't scared.
"Why not? I had nothing more to do..." I said.
The figure slowly stepped forward and I froze up... it was looking AT me... in my eyes... with its own... staring deep into my soul... I could feel it... It felt like I was staring into the sun... The figure soon reached me and stopped. I gulped. 'This is... Death...' I realized.
Death lifted my chin so I looked up into the skull face of his, his cloak's hood concealing it... I looked into those two blank, empty, lifeless eye sockets...
"You have seen much..." Death said in that raggy voice it had.
I had a lump in my throat and thus couldn't speak.
"But what about the good times...? Your family... friends?" Death asked.
I began tearing up and looked away from Death, feeling a tear streak down my face.
"I know what its like to be back stabbed, heart broken, broken down..." Said another voice.
This voice sounded even more familiar. I looked back to Death and there HE stood...
"W-Whiplash..." I choked out, my voice even showing the tears in my eyes due to how shaky and weak it was. "I-I'm sorry..."
Whiplash was my old side personality who had killed himself... Gosh, I loved him like a brother... Whiplash gave me a slight smile and my heart melted... I missed him so much and held out a hand, but he just stood there. Then, Death took my hand in his own skeletal hand, which was cold... I shivered as a shrivel travelled down my
