KiLL

i slump down farther onto my knees

not daring to look up at the figure hovering over me

he holds a gun, a pistol

"any last words?" he asks, grinding his teeth together 

he rocks back and forth on his feet, as if waiting for my reply makes him nervous 

i smile, grateful 

at last

i can be released from this damned world

i inhale my last breath of air

"pull the damn trigger."