You feel lost and upset. You feel that you cannot go on with your life. So you sit in a dark room with a gun in your lap. You want to die. Although you are consumed with grief and thoughts of suicide, you lack the courage to kill yourself. If only someone could pull the trigger for you, you would be prepared to recieve the killing shot. You silently sit in torment and wish that there was some way for you to die without having to worry about going to hell or some worse afterlife. As you sit and ponder about your demise, you begin to think of time machines like you usually do. What if you lived on and then found a time machine and travelled back to this very moment and executed your past self? As you dream wistfully of this solution you noticed someone else in the room coming towards you. They are carrying a gun and bleeding profusely from the right side of their head, blood flowing into their eyes. As you raise your hands, gun in hand, to protect yourself, this person shoots you in the face. The bullet rips through your brow above your right eye and fills you with excruciating pain. Standing up, you stagger across the room and vomit from the rush of adrenaline and endorphines that are futilely trying to fight of trama. You collapse on the ground with a cubicle you didn't notice before. You can only focus on the pain, you cry out, pleading with an uncaring God for it to end. You pass out from the injury, for how long you do not know, but you wake up and see yourself sitting across the room fingering a pistol. You realize that you somehow it is the you of the past and now is your chance to finally actualize your longing for death. You make your way across, raise the pistol and prepare to kill your former self. This is the moment you have been waiting for, finally it will all end. You fire your gun, but your shot is poor, blood from your wound has poured into you eye, ruining your aim. You hit your past self directly above the right eye and watch blood run down your face as you stagger toward the cubicle, vomiting, from were you came...