I was enjoying the quiet until she started screaming.
As I lay on the cool, wet ground, my eyes staring blankly into the night sky, I tried to tell my wife to be quiet. She was disturbing the peace for myself and anyone else within ear shot. No matter how I tried though, her screams still streaked through the night air and made my ears hurt. I tried to sigh, realizing that my chest wouldn’t move as I did so. I could feel my eyes starting to dry out from being open so long and the blood oozing out of the hole in my skull, the heat from the freshly fired gun in my hand. It was weird not hearing my own heartbeat. The sound used to drown out her screams so effectively that I couldn’t even hear her. I think she was screaming for me, for what I did to myself not seconds before. She was a lovely creature, my wife, always concerned for my health and always fond working in the dirt. Now, in the quiet hush of the night, I could even hear her nails ripping as she tried to tear through the earth to get to me. I wanted her stop.
When she used all her oxygen, she would be silent soon enough.