That night I ran straight out of the hospital searching for any place that would sell me a gun. I found one, a small shop in one of the near by alleys. Once I purchased the gun. I caught a cab and drove straight home. I ran up the stairs and into my room. collapsing down on the bed crying hard. I knew I couldn't go on like this, my life wasn't worth living if Brian wasn't here. He meant everything to me, If Brian wasn't meant to be here, then neither should I. I placed a single bullet into the barrel and cocked the gun, I pulled it up to my head. After several try's of pulling the trigger, I remembered the last thing Brian and I talked about, how I was pregnant and how he seemed so happy about it. I knew then that I had to get on with it and live my life, but not for myself but for our child. I dropped the gun from my hands, as it bounced off the bed and on to the floor it shot off. All I remember was my lifeless body hitting the ground.

*It was Fate*