Natalie Pryce

You're at the end of your tether. Your workmates think you're a vile wee shit, your partner can't stand to look at you and people laugh at you on the street. You come home to your drab wee council flat and spend the evening recollecting all the things that have gone wrong in your life.You think "if I die, will anyone notice I'm gone?" Then you realise- you have nothing left to live for. You find a shotgun amongst the detritus of your meagre personal belongings and you put it under your chin. You're about to pull the trigger when you hear something.