The Confessions of a Horrible Person

I Only. See The. Knife.

Whoosh! I feel a cool breeze brush against my soul.

As I stare at it everything surrounding me vanishes.

I see nothing but that rusty needle point knife.

Six. Feet. Away.

Just six steps and it will all stop?

Will these six steps lead me to my triumph or my demise?

Tick Tock? Tick Tock? Tick Tock!

A clock appears, It starts to count down from three hundred and sixty seconds. I have to make a decision that can be detrimental to me, in six minutes.

six minutes to walk.

six feet away.

to a knife that could lead me to be

six feet under.

What a predicament to be in indeed.

My. Personal. Russian Roulette.

Do I have the resolve?

In the back of my head I know the answer but am I willing to capitulate?

Will my ego take over?

Damned If You Do. Damned If You Don't. Just Damned.

I shriek so hard veins start to pop out of my neck.

Tears overflow my eyes and snot runs down my nose.

My body begins to feel as feeble as a child.

I Collapse? I Collapse! I Collapse.

It feels as though death's chill hand has touched my body.

I wipe the cold sweat off my head, starting from my temple down to my neck.

300. Seconds. Remaning.

I start to lose consciousness.

The first thing that begins to fade is my eyesight.

But I start to hear the sound of shoes walking towards me.

Enter Sandman...