She’s late again. How? I told her 9 o’clock on the dot.

There’s no way in hell she couldn’t understand me when I said that. I open my phone, 9:30.

I sigh. I unlock my phone and go to call her; she answers, I go to speak.

“Where are you? I have been waiting at the corner store since 9 when you were supposed to be here!”

“Huh? What are you talking about you never said anything about meeting you at the corner store?” She speaks back to me.

What? Her memory can’t be that bad I tell myself.

Then it finally hits me. I turn my head to the right to see a man.

I texted the wrong person. How could I be so stupid?

He pulls something out of his coat,

it’s a gun.

I go wide eyed.

There’s no one to blame but myself I guess.

He pulls the trigger and in one final moment I’m on the ground with bullet between my eyes, blood gushing from my forehead.

I did this to myself.