He shot himself in the head. Again. It is becoming a bit of a habit with him. This is the fifth time in a month that he has loaded up his gun, put the barrel to his head, and pulled the trigger. He felt pain, of course, but also shock. Though he knew it was coming, it is always shocking to hear the loud bang of the gun and feel the bullet pierce your skull, travel through your brain, and come out the other side. It is disorienting, to say the least. But there is also this moment of bright, pure clarity right before he loses consciousness. This is what he was seeking.

He wakes up in a puddle of blood, ears ringing. His head is completely healed, as it always is, but he feels slightly changed, as he always does. The whole process is strangely cathartic for him. He sighs and picks up the gun from the floor, putting it away for another day.