Life had never been good for Jason. His grades were low, his friends parted from him after he was kicked from football, and he was the only guy in school with no girlfriend. Jason had tried to look on the bright side of things but always felt that his life wasn't a good one to live. His parents had divorced and his father had become an alcoholic but he couldnt 'live with his mom because she had no job. His older sister moved out and left him to suffer alone. He became gothic later in life, a result of trying to fit in. His dad didn't care though, no one did. He soon felt unloved and the idea of suicide crept into his mind.

He had never taken suicide seriously. I mean, Jason had heard stories of teens killing themselves but he never considered it as a solution to his problems. It come into his mind while he was in school. He had heard the news of a student's sister commiting suicide. He had wondered exactly how bad her life had been. Then he shook off the thought until he came home from school the same day. He saw his dad was gone, most likely at the bar. He walked into his dad's bedroom, beginning his chores of dusting the rooms. As he pulled the dresser drawer open, by accident, he saw a pistol, laid neatly inside. He picked it up, and realized it was loaded. Just having it in his hand gave Jason a rush. Then the suicide thought retreated in his mind. Maybe suicide was the answer to his problems.

He sat on his dad's unmade bed and ran his fingers of the smooth, solid metal. He thought of his life's problems. How would he fix them? He found a soltuion for every problem he had expect getting a girlfriend and keeping his dad sober. This convinced Jason that his live really was in the pits. He had let it fall so deeply in a hole that his live was sure to be over. As he gripped the gun tighter, his mind wandered away, filling up with thoughts.

He held the gun to his head, scared but happy at the same time. Before pulling the trigger, he said a silent prayer. Then he pulled the trigger. His brains splattered everywhere and blood seeped into the floor, dripping from the basement's ceiling. His father found him a few hours later, but was expressionless throughtout the discovery and funeral. No one but his mom came to the funeral.