And that's what happened, officer.

I can only remember a loud bang and then...
Then there was red, red everywhere
Warm at first, then freezing, then nothing.
And suddenly I was floating, in a way.
I could look down and see me,
And the mess, oh, God, the mess.
Did I really do that?
No going back now.
Nobody heard it, there's no one around.
For the best, I guess, I didn't want a scene, anyway.
And now to think of where to go.
They will find me like this.
But who? Would he come looking?
He would be the one person I would want to see,
the last face before I leave this place for good.
I want to gaze at his anguish,
if there was to be any.
I want him to see what he caused.
Maybe if I go see him now...
No, how would he know I was gone?
Someone was bound to hear that shot,
surely there was someone that heard it.
Cue the police sirens.
Might as well stick around and see what happens.