Mouthful

I could feel the rain pour down on me as I stood there, shaking it in my hands. I opened my mouth; after all, I knew I had no other choice. It was hard to put in my mouth. And it had this strange taste that I really couldn’t place. I could still hold it in my hands around the end of it. It was too large to fit in my mouth. But I fit in what I could.

The rain continued to soak me as I held it my hands. I made a small cough, since it was making it hard to breathe. This is it. My hands shook as I closed my eyes. I squinted in anticipation of what was to come next. But this was my choice. I pulled my finger. And there it was.

I dropped the gun and fell on the ground. As did my body. I could feel nothing anymore. The last I saw was the fresh blood splattered on the ground. And then…Blank.