Last Joke

"Knock, knock." He said, with the scent of fresh cigarettes and stale alcohol in his breath, I vomit in my mouth. The smell is horrible. Silence fell between us, I hesitated to answer to him. His nostrils flared, he grew impatient. I could tell from the looks of him.

"Whose there?" I give in, my knees feel weak.

"Life."

"Life who?" I taste blood from holding my tongue moments ago.

"Life and Death." He responds.

"That isn't funny." I sound harsh, as the words escape past my lips. Oh, Shit, now you've done it, Justice.

"But your life is, and pathetic. Don't forget that." He chuckled lowly. I grit my teeth, my hands pierce into my palms.

"Right." I managed to say. Still vomit is on my taste-buds. I place my hands into my jacket, feeling something cool I place my fingers over it. A gun...

"Knock, knock." I say.

"Whose there?"He says.

"Death." I pull out the gun, cocking it."I was onl-." He managed to say before I pulled the trigger.