he held the gun to his head, cryin his eyes out. he didn't want to live like this, this was a nightmare. he thought back to his childhood, his mother, the father he never knew, his sisters, his brothers, and his friends... all of them were gone... he had nothing left. he remembered being a little boy, his crazy mother, always hitting him, never missing an opportunity to yell at how much of a failure he was. nothing he ever did ever seemed to be done right. as he got older, he got more siblings. his brothers were the most evil brothers he had ever heard of. his sister was a maniac due to her life. his other two... lord knows they could have had a better life. he felt the weight of his family on his shoulders for so long... and then he lost them all. he was separated. at only 11 years old he had lost everything he had. he sat on his bed and rocked back and forth, the gun in his hand. he contemplated what he was about to do. he decided he was positive on it. he put the barrel of the 9 MM. in his mouth. he started praying that it would all be over, he let out a sob and pulled the trigger.
there is absolutly nothing false about this story, and yet there is more. if you want me to continue writing the story of this child, then message me and let me know. this is only the beginning... the rest of the story is just beginning.