I should have just stuck to the first plan and offed myself, going out in a blaze of glory, on my own goddamn terms. Even then, I guess I might have still wound up in Hell. Fucking, Moron, of course I would have ended up here. Heaven was never meant for me. The angry but smiling face is back again in the mirror, watching me decay from the inside. My skin is dripping off with stomach churning precision, landing with disgusting splats on my dirty shoes. I wait. I know it won't be long before my lady killer face has melted into a pile at my feet. I actually decide to watch this time. My eye sockets darken as the peachy flesh fades away. My face is always the last to change, but the hardest to watch. The claws that used to be my hands grow impatient and finish the job, ripping the remaining skin off in rubbery chunks. My pearly whites crack and break, shattering into tiny specks, leaving only jagged razors in their wake. I stare remorsefully at the gaping bullet wound in my forehead. The blood that crawls out of that cavern never stops flowing.
