As he pulled the trigger, it felt as though the world had came to a stop, the gun in slow motion, he felt the mechanisms move inside the gun and was ready to feel the back of his head blow away. he heard the click of metal on metal, he waited... it had not come, he was still alive. the gun was jammed. he burst into tears and threw the gun out the window. he didn't wanna live anymore. there was no reason left for him to live.

he was alone, scared, angry, and nothing in the world mattered to him. all that had ever mattered to him was taken away and he wondered if he would ever get to see his family again. there was a hole where his heart should have been. this little boy was growing darker and darker by the moment. nobody ever noticed because nobody ever bothered to notice. he was finally losing his mind. he was ready to do whatever it did to end this wretched horror of a life that he himself had lived this long. he went downstairs and pulled a knife out of the kitchen and snuck up behind his brother. there was nothing left to stop him. there was a look in his eye that lusted for blood. his brother so many times before was the source of his misery.


he was done being hurt, he was done feeling anything at all. now he was out for blood



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