This is not really a story but it's a poem, its not planned just spur of the moment about my past.......

My life, not so peachy
i have this tool,
a special tool,
my special tool will do a special job,

It will solve my problems
it will make it all stop
my special tool
that will do a very special job,

I sit here in my darkened room
tool in hand
My special tool
that will do MY special job,

I wear black eyeliner,
so what if im a guy
i have a special tool
and it WILL do it's special job

Dont make fun anymore,
not of me for i have a tool
a special tool
i will use this tool for it's own special job.

I think too much
i must just act, no thinking
i still have this tool
and yes, it will do it's special job, soon enough.

I pull the trigger,
the trigger
on my special tool
and the job is going to be done, the special job

The chamber is empty
the clip is empty
my special tool has failed,
to do it's special job......