A Dramatic End
This is the end of my life. I stare off into the distance, squinting from the bright light. It has to end now, that's how it's supposed to be. I can't go on any longer; my life is over. Somebody may cry for me, I hope. It has to end this way; there is no other choice.
I grab a single bullet from a nearby box, and load it into the gun. I raise it to my face, but I pause. There has to be some other way to go on with my life. I think for a moment, then my decision is final. Once again I raise the gun to my beautiful face, and stare down the barrel. It's so dark; but I know what's inside. Tears rush to my eyes, I can't hold them back. As they roll down my face, I take a large breath. I close my eyes and slowly cock the weapon; it clicks. The bullet is ready for me, and I for it. My finger slowly reaches aroudn the trigger; my tears have stopped. I straighten up and take one final breath. I pull the trigger, and hear a quick 'boom.' My body collapses onto the wooden floor; I don't move.
I say still for awhile, unaware of what's happening. The lights slowly dim, and it is the end. It turns pitch black, and I can breathe again. Nervous seconds pass by, and then, I hear it. A great sound that I have been yearning to hear, applause. I stand from the floor and face the red velvet. It parts, and I am once again hit by the bright light. I scan the audience with a smile on my face; I have done it. My fellow cast members join me on either side, and we bow together. This is the end, my dramatic end.
You had me fooled and relieved at something other than a suicide story. Great job. I also like the title. It really fits, and doesn't give anything away.
In a play, she may not have put a bullet into the gun. I'm not sure though...It probably doesn't matter. But an option is to just say that you took the gun out of the drawer. Perhaps?
Other than that, at the same time, I WAS expecting a suicide, lol.
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