lsomeone just screamed help and as usual no one heard, even if they did they wont listen what it says, perhaps is because they are busy on themselves or maybe they just don’t care, anyways the laud scream vanished, he loaded his gun with death so decided to pull the trigger but not even he knew why.
he didn’t have any good reason to kill himself, instead he had shot people around him to ease the eager inside, to kill time to not think about what he was becoming to. this once was different, of course he did take some advise from the faraway voices in his lonely head, all he had was that screwed guy telling what he did not want to listen anymore, those whispers calling from beyond fucking his calmed minutes. so what, just be it he thought, he has nothing to lose cause he got nothing from taking back his emotions, anyone would know that it was going on into his mind, everyone looked so strange to him, once they ran from his side on the walk side there is nothing left to do but emend his instincts. he decided to let go, his killing will has came back, now it is all doomed… after a few hours at the stare, he went into the bedroom where he had hidden the bullets, the weapons which he taints every time he goes for hunt, that bullets he took and put them back where they belong, in his head he laughed at the glass, broken for his grace, he took the pieces and kept it in his pocket, he is ready now, there wont be anything to stop this nite at his, is fated to happen while his parents sleep as they seemed to be that times when he opened up his heart and talk to them. sorry for them, he did not apologize for the fact, otherwise he tortured them as they deserved, he talk to them for hours about what was inside when they touched him, when they decided to fuck his life as their parents did to them, that was fair enough for a reasons, at least that’s what he felt, “the lamest thing to do for to kill what was already dead, blooded walls when he left, that is the last you will ever fuck me again, i will come at you just to see you through the suffer as my days became while you kept pushing, while you smiled behind my back when i felt lonely, when i needed someone around to care as you didn’t. “ that were the last words ever written by his punted hand, it was found at his fathers forehead, into the vested hole filled with blood.
his mother was found under his bed, ripped, with a forgetting looks at her eyes which by the way were thrown out of her face just for fun. and the letter before the scene was calmed and clear: “i see you bleeding on my feet to get where i belong by this, thank me for taking fee, the world will be grateful at me for getting rid of the crap” and those are the last words she ever listened. then follow the stain, it takes to the grotesques room they will see ever. where he laid corps all rotten, there he was the savior of we all, the greatest revenge he would ask to, the best man who maid things work for himself was drowned under a river of cries, an ocean of dried veins where he beheld. he found himself a way out put to the misery he stands, he still is into the box where he never left as he breaded , then a note was found between the needles and the guns used to fade, there was his very last minute thoughts, blasted on the wall as the blood ran. “i never really imagined how this would feel at the end, i am enjoying for the first and last time in here, my laugh would be heard if anyone could listen what i said.”