Johnny pointed the gun to his temple as his father mirrored his every move he was thinking it over in his mind there was nothing he wanted to do more then seeing his father dead but was this really the only option? He smiled an insane smile it was definitely worth it he Mouthed "1, 2 ,3" *BANG* as his father fell to the floor he touched were the bullet had entered his skull it was wet but he wasn't dead? Why was he Alive he looked at his father and smiles not a single regret as he turned to the front door his vision started to blur he walked to the door blood dripping down his face And even into his mouth he spat "blood taste like shit" he thought as he reached for the door knob he smiled opening the door back to his father he spoke "everything you can do I can do better" as the door closed behind him one thing was for certain he didn't have to worry about the blurry vision anymore
