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Russian Roulette
Hold your breath and pull the trigger...

“Bill Maher once said, ‘Suicide is man’s way of telling God, “You can’t fire me—I quit.”’”

Months had never taken this long to pass, so it surprised him come Monday morning, it had only been three days since Haley had been killed and he had beaten George Foyet—The Reaper—to death. It seemed like time was making a mockery of him. Like it was laughing at him and his pain. He wanted the nightmares to run their course and end as quickly as they all began, but the passage of time wasn’t allowing him any breaks. In fact, it was moving slower than a giant tortoise and despite the fact it was going so slow, he still couldn’t get his bearings.

There were nights when he would lie in his son’s bed with him cuddled at his side, and he would wonder if it was worth it anymore. Jack was still too young to really understand what had happened but he noticed a changed in his child’s attitude. He noticed that Jack would hardly come to him when he called him or try to hug him. He wouldn’t even talk to him and it scared Aaron to death. It was then he wondered what Jack had heard that day. Did he hear the gun shots that took his mommy away from him? Did he hear his dad beat the life out of a person he may have trusted?

The alarm clock on the bedside table began to buzz pulling him from his daily reverie. He turned over slowly to shut it off then rolled back over to continue staring at his ceiling. Maybe he should just end it, end everything, right then and there. He could see his gun shining in the early morning light, beckoning him, calling his name, from the dresser. It would be so easy to just get out of his bed, grab the weapon, level it to his head, and pull the trigger. Would his life flash before his eyes like everyone says it does, or would it be blank, the result of God saying, you don’t deserve happiness?

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