Angel
I leaned against the wall, pressing my back against it. I slid down the wall until I was sitting, just as I heard the front door open. I rested my forehead on my knees as I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. I heard a faint click, then the footsteps stopped.
"Trevor, is that you?" I asked feebly.
"No," a man said, his voice sounding painfully familiar. I tried to place the voice, but then I heard a gunshot. I felt a blinding pain, and then I felt nothing. I knew, then, who it was. My father was controlling my future again, by making sure it was nonexistant. My vision faded out, then everything was gone.
