I was 13 or 14, hard to remember. I knew my father had a shotgun in his closet, and I was really down, so when they were out to an AA meeting I pulled it out, ever so slowly, stroked it, to feel the cold metal slide down, kneeled down on the carpet, aimed it right in my mouth and when I tried to pull the trigger, it was not cocked yet, and I was unsure how to do it, so I pulled the whole thing away from me, looked for the way to cock it, pulled a large metal part back, seemed to click, I knew it was ready..... aimed back in my mouth on an angel, and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. it wasn't loaded...cried for an hour and layed down to rest. I am glad it didn't have bullets.... Glad I am here. I am having some more positive days in my adult life, and I know someone will always be worse off than myself, but I swear some days are so bad I could do it again, and the right way. But I will always come here first, on this forum, or my local Emerg. thank you for listening.