Thursday, November 3, 2011
She ran into the living room realizing that the noise had been coming from her irritating roommate who had no respect to privacy. She thought it was time that enough was enough. As she turned the corner, she realized how heavy her head felt...maybe it was all the tequila last night. She contemplated the fact that she was still drunk, but quickly, without a second thought she pulled the trigger of the revolver. The pressure from the shot flew her delicate frame back onto the couch. She looked down at the man and realized he wasn't breathing. Thoughts raced through her head and she stood quietly staring at his lifeless body.