George loaded the revolver with the three bullets he had and fired two shots in air Bang! Bang!. Now it was just one bullet that kept his life from death. He was not sure if he was fighting his will to live or braving his audacity to die.
He had been a loser all his life and now he wanted peace. He put the revolver to his temple and thought about everything that has gone wrong with him .He felt it right to let the bullet pierce his head and put an end to this sheer madness. He stared at himself in the mirror and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He sighed, looked into the mirror and tried again.Nothing changed. He was furious with rage; he can’t have an easy death. He put the revolver to his temple again, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger .He was still alive. All his futile suicide attempts had failed miserably so far. But he knew that if he pulled the trigger fourth time, he will be dead. He put the revolver to his temple again but his hand faltered. He decided to give another shot at life and put the revolver down.