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And we finally have a POV for Beka! I was not willing to do this but I did not want details to be confusing in later chapters so here it is.
TRIGGER WARNING- Attempted Suicide, Depression, Suicidal thoughts.
My head is underwater.
As my eyes are shut close, I feel like I am floating in an empty space and I am in the middle of nowhere.
But not for long.
Lifting my hands above the water level in my bath tub, I pick the one thing that I am afraid of and yet, seem to be around so often.
A small gun.
Small and metal. Effective to me but a taboo to others.
I should have thrown it away but I could never stop thinking of it.
Taking the cork, I rotated it in my mouth then pushed my head under water once more.
If I pulled the trigger, maybe the sound would make less of a noise since
