A man with hopes of freedom

This is just a rough short story I wrote, hope you like :)

Sitting here with a gun in my hand, thinking about my life...What had I done with it?

I spent my life doing what others had wanted me to do and never really stopped to think about what I really wanted, I was trapped inside my own mistakes.

At a young age I had to take over my dad's mining business, however, as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be an artist. No wife, no family, nothing left to live for, no one would have noticed if I disappeared forever. I have no money nor time to be the person I want to be, so why keep living this fantasy that maybe my life will be as I wanted it to be? What is life without freedom? My left hand trembling as I slowly pick the gun up, I gazed at the piece of paper on the floor next to me, my last lotto ticket. What an absurdity, only a miracle would work. I don't know why I bothered to buy it; in the past 2 years there wasn't a day I hadn't played it, why keep hoping now?

I crushed the ticket with my foot, I didn't want it to be the last thing I'd see before ending my life...Meanwhile the TV was on the lottery channel, what a coincidence.

I closed my eyes, it was time to end that misery. Shaking, I brought the gun to my head, if I wasn't going to live the life I wanted there was no point continuing it.

"And now the lottery numbers for the week ladies and gentlemen" a soft female voice called.

Tears running down my face as I moved the finger towards the trigger.

"The numbers are 20, 32, 48, 40, 60, and 8". I gulped, that's impossible. I opened my eyes, moved my foot over and quickly snatched the ticket off the ground. I blinked and pinched myself, the ticket in my hand still read those six numbers, I couldn't believe.

In a blink of an eye there I was, standing on a plane flying towards Australia, a land of hope and opportunities, with all the money I had miraculously won I could finally fulfill my dream and become an artist, travel and maybe find the true love of my life.

Freedom.

Author's Note

any suggestions?