This story is restricted for a reason; violent themes will occur along with self-harm, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, and anything else that fits the restricted area.
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His mind was racing in a hundred different directions at once. One voice was telling him to shoot his old boss, while the other demanded to kill himself. Breathing shakily, he pointed the gun toward his old boss' forehead, while his best friend held the other at the side of the older man's head. The gun touched his forehead and the older man quickly raised his hand to knock it away from his forehead.
His grip tightened; his arm was at his side now. "My head is telling me to kill you, then myself. I have to do it." As he started to raise the gun again, his old boss jumped forward to attempt snatching both the guns that were being held between his and his best friend's hands. However, the three of them were so strong that it was a struggle to get the loaded hand-guns from the other.
Suddenly, a bullet shot out of one of the triggers exploding gun powder falling directly to the floor along with a thick lake of warm, trickling blood; the bang of gun fire echoed throughout the entire room.
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