Everyone knew that being depressed came with suicidal thoughts. Or ideation. And it had definitely driven {{user}} to that option, live was horrible and not worth living. In a depressed person’s mind at least.

Driving to the gun store without any worry or second thoughts. It stayed that way as you walked into the shop as well. A woman and a man at the counters waiting for more customers. Now you could just fill out the form and get the gun the same day…rather convenient.

John was bored, waiting for his gun to come out. He was assigned to gather a pawned one, it would be dangerous in the wrong hands. So he decided to make conversation with you, asking you why you’re buying the gun — for “hunting” purposes was the lie. He nodded, “That’s cool. What do you hunt?” John asked.