This is part of a series and must be read through the end to understand. It's long I know but only way to get full effect. Kind of old too but don't hold that against me.

To Do Or Not To Die

When we reach Brooklyn's house
It was dark inside.
Good.
Just as planned.
We went up to Brooklyn's room
And sat down our backpacks.
Brooklyn went to the den
And got the small gun,
From it's spot.
I don't know much about weapons,
But her dad sure had a lot of them.
She reaches in a drawer,
And pulls out a box
And keychain,
Opened the box and removed
Three shiny silver bullets.
She loaded the gun with
Such swift precision,
I knew she'd practiced this before.
She went to the liquor cabinet,
Pulled a bottle of Arbor Mist.
Went to the kitchen,
And came back with two opaque glasses.
"Ready?"
I nodded my approval
And followed her upstairs.
Once upstairs,
She laid the loaded gun on her bed,
And set the glasses and champagne on a beauty stand.
Her room wasn't at all,
What I expected.
For such a preppy girl,
The room was covered
In rock posters.
I was realizing,
There was a lot,
I didn't know about Brooklyn.
Then again,
There was a lot she didn't,
Know about me.
"How should we do it?"
I shrugged and sat down,
Next to her bed,
Accepting the offered glass.
Brooklyn continues talking,
Head to head,
Shoot one then they shot themselves?
Single shots through the mouth.
She'd thought this through.
I was nervous and scared
And she must have sensed
It in my silence.
She turned and said,
"Please don't back out on me."
There was a bit of begging in her voice,
And pleading in her eyes like a lost puppy
And all I can do is cry.