I was runnning away while the cops were chasing me. It was about an hour later of running. I lost them, as I was panting, out of breath and felt my bones shaking as I collapsed tin the street. Looking up at the midnight sky. Just laying there on an abandoned street. Hoping a car would come run me over. End this life I messed up. As I was laying there, I had a flashback to what had happened earlier that day.
*About 5:00 PM. Hands shaking. I looked up at him as a tear ran down my face as I shot the gun. He fell to his knees. Blood running down. As I took a breath in, I pulled the trigger again. This time he fell to his face. Choking on his own blood. I checked his pulse. Faintly beating. I looked at my hands, still shaking. Covered in blood now. I ran off. Not caring if I left any evidence behind. I was crying so hard I could barely see.*
I came back from the flashback. Back to staring at the midnight sky. I hear police sirens in the background. Growing louder. I got up, the cop cars approached me. Screetching to a stop. The gun is my hand. "Miss, put your weapon down!" At this point i'm crying. I fefused to put the gun down. Instead, I put it to my head. I cocked the gun. I counted to three out loud, "1, 2.."
"Miss! Don't do it! Put the gun down. We can help!" The cop said.
"...3" I said as I shot the gun. I landed on the ground. Vision is getting blurry. The loud noise of the sirens are fading. Then everything went black.