Depressing One Shots

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"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

That's what they think.

This time it did kill him.

He always wanted to be a cop.

Never thought that it would leave me fatherless.

Why choose to carry a gun? Why choose the life of making many enemies?

This time, one got out. One he put away. What does the criminal do? He comes after my Dad. Puts a gun to my head. And warns my Dad not to move an inch.

Of course he stays put. He couldn't lose his baby boy.

Well you should've thought about what might happen to my Daddy.

16. 16 years. That's all I got. And I don't remember 5 of them.

Bang bang. He shot him twice for good measure. That's when I grabbed the spare gun my dad had in his holster and I shot back.

Bang.

My hands started to shake. I killed someone.

The cops had arrived.

The neighbors heard the shots firing.

I buried my head in my hands and sobbed.

I sobbed for my father. And the man I killed. And for myself.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"

Well I don't want to be stronger. I want to be weaker,

So that I know I can't kill someone again.

I miss my father. I've thought about joining him.

But I can't kill again even if it's only myself.