A man decides he's going to kill himself, but before he does he's going to give himself 5 days to do something with his life.
The metallic taste of the gun made him gag. He fought back the urge to vomit and pressed the gun deeper into his mouth, causing him to heave even more. His head throbbed, his heart raced, and his eyes watered. No matter, in a few seconds he'd never have to worry about anything ever again. No more pain, no more tears, no more sickness, no more life.
With a finger on the trigger he thought of how his life had been so far. He thought of everything he's ever done, which is nothing. Life, for him, has been 23 years of meaningless, worthless, events. Nothing has ever turned out right for him, nothing worthwhile has ever happened to him, and nothing ever will.
He was born to die.
His trigger finger trembled. Maybe there was something for him to live for. While straining to think of something, anything that would keep him from blowing his brains out, he took the gun out of his mouth and dropped it onto the wooden floor.
Nothing in his life so far has been good. But that doesn't mean he couldn't make it good. He picked up the gun and placed in onto his bed. In 5 days he's going to pick up the gun, lay in bed, put it in his mouth, and pull the trigger. But before he does that he's going to do something worth remembering.
He's going to do something with his life.