Kyle's breathing staggered out fast and heavy as he ran up the stairs. He went into his parent's closest and pulled out a gun case. He opened it and stared at the nine-millimeter for a few seconds before deciding to take it out. He pulled out the mage and put a bullet into it. One bullet was all he needed. He snapped the mage back into the gun and cocked the trigger. He lifted it to his head ready to shoot.
"Kyle what are you doing? " Kyle's father asked cautiously standing in the doorway of his room.
"Th-this is my fault, i did it. I-I didn't want to but, but I-I couldn't stop it. I'm, I'm so sorry." He said sobbing.
"Kyle what are you talking about?" His father asked trying to buy him some time.
His father didnt know yet. But he would soon, and then what would happen? What would he think if him? He couldn't stand that thought. And he knew they would never believe the truth.
"Im-Im sorry." He apologized. The gun felt so heavy in his hand.
"Kyle don't, please just put the gun down son."
Kyle shook his head. "I-I can't." He readied himself for the hit.
Just before he pulled the trigger he heard his mother's screams of agony as she found the body of her lifless son. Laying bloody on her kitchen floor.
BANG!
Kyle fell backwards, his back hitting the floor. He closed his eyes for a moment, his breath was very shallow.
His eyes opened again and he saw his father running toward him, his face filled with terror. But it seemed as if Kyle were looking at something far away. Far beyond what any of them could see.
"I'm sorry." Kyle said slowly then closed his eyes and his last breath dwindled into silence as the hand of death wrapped its cold, icy fingures around him and Kyle's life faded to an everlasting darkness.
The end
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The Nightmere; Victim 1
TerrorDo your nightmares ever feel like more than just a dream....? Well maybe they are. Do you ever feel like there is someone or something lurking around the next corner? Or following not far behind? Someone who sitting in the shadow watching from a dis...
