[ WP ] A person is about to kill themself , but suddenly gets an incredible urge to use the restroom .

The cold, steel muzzle pushed into the soft flesh under his jaw. His finger strained against the trigger, shaking ever so softly. Just as his finger tensed for the final pull, he abruptly lowered the gun. 
 
 *Shit, not now. * 
 
 Josh had a Starbucks venti iced coffee that morning, one that had already made its way through his digestive system. 
 
 *What the fuck, why does it even matter? I can shit myself after I'm dead. * He rolled his eyes at himself, and returned the the tip of his dad's 10mm pistol to its potentially lethal position. 
 
 Yet, for 30 seconds, he did n't pull the trigger. He stood, and stood, and stood, yet could not move a muscle. Then his intestines groaned in protest. 
 
 `` FUCK, FINE,'' he audibly yelled in protest. He jumped off his bed and ran to the bathroom to relieve himself. 
 
 Josh sat on the toilet, staring down at the 10mm in his right hand. After he finished relieving himself, he did n't move. He sat, and sat, and sat. Then the garage opened. 
 
 He sighed. *Fuck me. * He rushed out of the bathroom, and once again returned his father's pistol to its cozy home in the nightstand's second drawer. 
 
 After returning to his room and slamming the door shut, Josh laid on his small twin-sized bed and thought. He thought, and thought, and thought. *Every goddamn time. * 
 
 It was a phone call from his mom, or the family's dog barking outside, or the oven left on, or bowel movements; every time he attempted to take his own life, something interrupted him. *What bullshit. * 
 
 It took Josh 5 years to realize that he was never interrupted. It was n't his mom's, or friend's, or digestive system's fault. 
 
 Josh simply cared too much to die. 

