"The sounds of a constant and stead beeps ring in the silent room. Liquids keeping her alive, clear, and red. One arm gone, and no signs of stirring. The constant visits after school, just to keep myself sane. One second away from her is torture. I want to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, even if she doesn't think it's my fault, but it is that forgiveness that I will never get. Being forced out of the room, because visiting hours are over is like they are killing me. I have to force myself every day to stay alive. School is no different, I hate it now more than ever. She is everything that I have left, and the constant beeps and visits is what's keeping me sane. Please help me, because I have nobody to comfort me anymore." I walk slowly down th road to prolong my journey home.
My home is dull, gray, empty, dead. My home is no longer happy, colorful, bright, or loving. A black room usually occupied with a daughter AND her mother, is now only one of the two. The kitchen empty, the halls bare now, and the constant laughter is gone. I open the front door and close it behind me gently. I look around, and collapse crying loudly. This house is fragile and can be broken easily. This house was stripped of its laughter. I stare at the ground fascinated how the wood slowly soaks up my tears and fall asleep.
A gun shot rings in the air and carries far to a sleeping girl. She remains undisturbed, but a boy wakes up. He throws off his covers, already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He throws open his door and speeds out of the bedroom. While he runs he notices nobody other than him is home. He runs to the origin of the sound and freezes. A man and woman turn and look at him. "How long have you been there?" asks the woman. "Why?" he rasps. "How long have you been there?" asks the man repeating the woman. "Long enough!" he yells. "Don't talk to your father like that!" the woman yells back. "Why did you do it?!" he yells. "You don't need to know." the woman says. "Tell me!" he demands. "Stop yelling young man!" the fathers says sternly. "I don't want my parents to be murderers, tell me why!" he yells. The father and mother look at each other. "We can't let him know." the mother whispers. "I agree." the father responds. "What do we do?" she asks. "Option 1" he says. The woman tears up. "I can't leave him all alone." she cried. "We have too." the man whispers fiercely.
The mother turns to her son. "We love you. Don't ever forget. Forgive up someday please" she whispers and places the gun at her head. The boys eyes widen. "Don't do it!" he yells and runs to her. "Don't interfere." the father says holding him and nods his head signaling the ok. "MOTHER" the boy yells and a sickening crack is heard behind him the same time the gun goes off, and the boy falls. He looks behind him and stars at him father. He run to him, "WHY DID YOU DO IT" he screams, and pulls him phone out. "911 what is your emergency?" he hears a woman's voice. "H-help my parents. They killed themselves." he pleads. "Where is your location?" she asks, and he looks around. "T-the park near the elementary school, please get somebody here. Quick, I'm scared." he says. "Stay on the line until somebody gets there please." she says. "Ok." he say feebly. "What is your name?" she asks. "Ryan." he says. "Ok, Ryan. How old are you?" she asks. "15." Ryan responds. "Do you have any family you can go to?" she asks. "Nu-uh." he says.
Ryan looks at the bodies of his parents and begins to cry. "What happened?" he asks. "I woke up to a gun shot, and ran outside towards the sound. I got there my parents were there along with somebody on the ground, I yelled at them. They started to argue about a option. My mom looked at me and said that they loved me and to never forget. She then placed the gun at her head and shot herself. My dad held me back and I was suddenly let go and heard a loud crack." he explained and looked up as he heard sirens. He stands up and steps back from the three bodies on the crimson ground.