As I stood on a door step waiting nervous to the bone, I realized a drop of sweat dropped from my hand. I squeezed my fist tight and reached in my back pocket. The door opened my best friend looked at me and said what, I pulled a 44. colt out of my back pocket and put it to my friends face. he looked at me like i already shot him, like I already ruined his life. I pulled the trigger and I watched him fall to the ground as I ran inside his house. Blood started to go everywhere like a gallon of paint was just dumped on the floor. I hurried upstairs in his house hi father came out with a rifle cocked and ready to fire. I flung my arm into the air and shot the gun several times. After about five shots I looked and saw James Burk laying on the floor bleeding from his mouth. I felt an excrutiating pain coming from my arm and I looked and saw it was bleeding from a pellet from his shotgun. I quickly grabbed a cloth from my pocket and pressed it up against my arm. I heard movement in the bedroom, as my arm continued to bleed I pointed the gun at the door. I remember the next moment as a shock. Atleast 7 gunshots came from the room, I sat there now bleeding from 2 different spots in my chest. The mother came out and dropped her gun as she saw her husband in a way no one would want. I looked at her and coughed up blood onto her blouse. I grabbed my pistol and shot. The mother collapsed onto the fathers corpse. I sat there knowing I did what I came to do, with what little strength my body possesed I stood up. It felt as if some one had just dropped an enormous boulder on my body. I put the gun up to my right temple, and pulled the trigger. I stood there still alive and realized I was out of bullets. I reached into my pocket and felt my spare magazine. I took it out of my pocket and I dropped it onto the enormous pool of blood around me, I then looked at the magazine and saw my dead mothers face, I saw the face of al those I had hurt, and in that moment I fell to the ground. the last thing that I remember was the splash of the blood, and the faces of my aunt and uncle. I look up now at that moment and every other moment and mistake I made in my life.
this is not a true story I wrote this off the top of my head.
Butcher Bill Community Member 
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