The Phone Call

"I'm just fine, Mama. I'll get enough sleep, don't worry. I'll look great tomorrow. You won't believe what they'll say about me. I love you, Mama. Good night."

Rosemary White hung up the phone. For a minute, she listened to the sounds of her apartment, holding the gun in her hand, mere inches from the floor. The creak and shake of the water pipes, the squeak of the rats hiding in the walls, the shouting of the couple upstairs, they echoed in her ears. She looked around and realized, with every part of her being, that she lost. With that, she took the pistol in her left hand, pointed it to her temple, and fired.

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