Damn

"I don't care man, really, there's nothing you can say this time. I'm gonna do it."

"Come on dood, that's what you said last time... and the time before that."

"Yeah, well I actually mean it this time, alright. So you can just take whatever chicken shit horse shit advise you've thought up and shove it way up your dirty balloon knot."

"So why'd you call me then, Brian? You always do this shit. I'm sick of it man, always the same cry for attention. I mean, the first few times genuinely scared me. One time I rushed over to your house at 3:00 in the morning just to find you sitting on your couch watching Netflix. You told me that you had worked past it, that you felt better. Remember that Brian?"

"Yeah, but--"

"Don't interrupt me, I'm not done. Then two weeks later I get another call from you at 4:00 in the morning claiming that you're 'really gonna do it this time.' Once again, I rush over to your house and what do I find? You're making a goddamn Pb and J and spreading the jelly with what you claimed was the 'knife you'd end it all with.' I mean come on dood, I'm sick of this shit. And it's gotten so much worse. I've been woken up by you almost every night for the past month. I can't get a good night's sleep so my performance at work has been less than sufficient, the boss is threatening to fire me, and you heard about Lauren leaving me, right? Yeah just great, just what I need right now. My good friend Brian bitching and moaning and crying for attention. You know what, maybe I'm the one whose going to off them self this time, how about that? What do you think about that Brian?

"Fuck you Kyle, don't make this about you."

"I'm getting my gun, man. I'm serious, fuck this. I'm out."

Kyle slams the phone down on the counter and goes to find his gun. Brian listens intently and holds the phone tight to his ear. He can hear Kyle talking aloud to himself in the distance as he shuffles through drawers. The sound of his voice grows louder as he comes back to the phone.

"You hear this Brian?" Kyle holds the gun to phone and cocks it: ch-chick.

"Holy shit Kyle! Put that away man, what're you doing?!"

"Not so fun on the other end of the line is it Brian?"

"Come on man stop fucking around!"

"Nah, fuck this, you had your chances and you never went through with it. Now it's my turn. See you in hell, buddy."

There was a loud bang and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.