Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-66.153.163.11-20160705014753

This is it... you can't take it anymore... you just can't stand it! You have a loaded revolver in your hand, pointed at your head... you didn't want to do it... but...

You plead to God for help, to have mercy on your soul, to forgive your sins... but he won't listen... your too far gone... your rent is 5 years too late, and it's become a hellhole, your friends left you in the dust, and almost all your family has died or went missing, the rest simply call you a "dead beat", "lost cause"...

Your ready the gun... you cannot help but cry as your entire life flashes before your eyes... every person you befriended... every person you loved or cared about... every person you hated, every person you betrayed and simply left them... you just want to start over again... but you can't... your nothing, your useless... it's too late for you, just pull the trigger already! You look at the wall, at your note... and you close your eyes...

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(BANG!)

Your... not dead? But it was aiming directly at your head... in till your realise you didn't even pull the trigger, it was your door slamming open... it was your Hellhound friend... she was the rare lovi, gentle, and quite breed... she was the only person who believed in you...

She looks in horror at the room... she walks in... falls on her knees... and gives you a hug... she looks up at you, tears in her eyes... she begs you not to do it, she begs you to keep on, she tells you that... your the only person that's keeping her going, keeping her on... she needs you...

What would you do? 