What Would it Be Like?

I had it in my hands. All I had to do was pull the trigger. My head was pounding and the gun pressed against my head so hard wasn't helping either. All i had to do was pull the trigger. It would be so much easier. Everyone I loved would be happier and have less problems to deal with. My mom, my dad, my best friend, they'd get to enjoy life more. I just had to pull it. So I did.

"You really shouldn't have done it" that was what I heard. I opened my eyes. All I saw was white. I looked around to see that I was in a room, a hospital room. I looked to my right and saw a machine. The machine just had one long straight line going across it with a background noise of a consistent high pitched beeping. I stood up and looked at the bed. There I saw me. My eyes shut so tight and my body so still. I saw that all these cords were hooked to that machine. A tear ran down my cheek. "It was for them, so they would all be happier." I said to that voice. "Well they are not happier. It made them all devastated." that voice said. I turned to look where that voice was coming from. A man who looked ghostly. I could see in his eyes that he was hurt. "How long has it been? Since I did it." I asked the man. "1 year." he answered. "How is Morgan?" Morgan was my best friend. The only person I ever really deeply cared for. "You'll see. I am here to show you how everyone was effected by this. Come with me." So I went with the man.