Ten. I held the gun to my chest, and took in a shuddering breath.

Nine. I remembered by family, my loving family, and regretted that I couldn't say goodbye.

Eight. What would death be like? Would I go to Heaven?

Seven. Maybe I would see my grandma in Heaven. Maybe she would understand that I had to do this.

Six. I thought of my friends. Would they miss me? Would they remember me and regret what they had done to me?

Five. I glanced at the photos of those whom I loved, and a tear trickled down my cheek.

Four. It was too late to go back now. I had to do this. Maybe, if I didn't go to Heaven, I would be reincarnated and be a happy person.

Three. My hand shook as I held the gun. I tightened my grip, but it did not stop the shaking.

Two. Would they forgive me? My parents, my friends, my family? Would they forgive me for what I was about to do?

One. I was about to go on a journey, I told myself. A... Long journey, yes, but still a journey. I readied myself to pull the trigger.

Zero. BOOM!