My regrets always follow me around, I should have killed myself when I was twelve, No, I was 10. I went to my dads room where I knew he keeps his old rusty pistol. I couldnt reach it, couldnt reach anything. I lined up bunch of books from his favorite writers, mainly Dostoevskys , thickest book in every library and I finally reached the drawer. Not my mouth I thought, I held it against my head, armed, ready to shoot. Just then, I heard him walking to his room,I heard his steps: one… two… three! Paralyzed, I peed in my pants, still holding the gun against my head. I should have pulled the trigger, I should have killed myself when I was 10. But instead I hear a voice in my head…You gotta do something Kaveh, theres no time left for saving the time and Im still paralyzed...
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 09:06:54 +0000
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