Mysterious Ways

The Billboard

Take a gun and end it all, Sheryl, said a dark, mocking voice in the back of my mind. End it and all this pain and worry will be over.

I didn’t even own a gun. I had been in the middle of my nightly routine when the strange thought popped into my head. Now I just sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall. It felt as though a literal weight were pressing down on me.

Suddenly something else snapped into focus in my mind, like mental whiplash. Not a thought, exactly, but an image.

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