Click. Nothing. Sitting there I looked around the room. Silence. Still. I looked down and could see the gun that was in my hand, pointed at my chin. Is this what death feels like? You see the before. You can’t remember the during and the after is a repeat of your life before the end. I touched my head. It was there. I looked around the room again and it was the same as before. I could see the trees outside the window. The sun was out. Everything was the same. I sat there, numb. I looked back down. I saw the gun, still in my hand. I started to cry.