My head!
It hurts like it was being cracked open!
I had to support myself with my hand . The wooden chair caused the creaking sound as i moved on my seat.
My breath was so ragged that if someone heard it they would have thought i had ran a marathon. Wait...marathon?
Ah....I pushed the useless thought behind my head. Right now i needed to do.....what did i need to do?
Yeah... where did i keep my gun...
The drawer!
I put my hands on my drawer and pulled it. It's locked? I need the keys. But where is it. As i put my hands on my breast pocket i found a stack of keys.
Shifting on my chair , i put a random key on the lock. It doesn't enter.
I felt that my hands kept shaking as if i had high fever. Still i continued to keep trying the keys.
After who knows how long, the lock opened. Inside i found the revolver.
The metallic coldness of it sipped through my hands as i touched it. I opened the cylinder barrel- only three bullet remained. But it was enough.
Putting the revolver in my table i kept searching for painkillers, which i soon found.
My pain in my head hadn't stopped even once after i woke up.
Pushing the chair i reached the door and slammed it- harder than intended.
Despite my blurry vision i found the dinning table, pulling one chair i sat at it. Taking a glass of water , i put the pill in my mouth and swallowed it.
As i did that, i closed my eyes and decided to wait for some time.
I will deal with the other things later....