His footsteps were heavy and measured. His long coat drenched completely in the rain as he walked on the deserted street. If you were there with him, you would have tried to stop him. But it was already too late…
Tears run down his cheeks as he twirls his gun in his hands. He has no choice after all. He knows this well and he’s prepared.
It wasn’t meant to be this way. His life was meant to be perfect. “Normal”. But of course, he was too messed up to accept normality, to join the rat race and now he’s ruined everything. And that was when he began to hear those voices. He tried to make them stop. Punching walls till his knuckles cracked and blood splashed on to the walls – little spots of crimson that wouldn’t wash off no matter how much he scrubbed, much like the voices.
And now this was his only choice. The only way to stop himself from going insane. The time was fast approaching – he could hear the gentle sobbing coming from the room across the hall. He cocks the magazine into place and enters the room.
As he closes the door, a soft voice cries “Daddy, I knew you’d come to save me.”