The cold wind hit harshly against trees. It was in mid July but it was snowing in a small state no one has heard of. Wyoming. In a little town the snow strom hit the hardest. The town was called Glenn Rock.
In this small live a young boy who was only seventteen years old. He had big dream like everyone like go to callage, get married, have kids, etc.
One day he got a letter in the mail stating that his parent have left him. That night he went to his room and tried to sleep but all he could manage was to cry all night.
When the sun came up he decided that he will live on his own in the house. The next day was not much better his boyfriend left him saying, "You're way to clingy and you don't even open up to me about what your feeling."
Before he got home he walked over to a gun shop. At first he was hesitant but he walked in and looked around at the guns and the sizes. He saw a revolver that caught his attention. He walked up to the cashier and he pointed to the revolver. "I'd like to buy that gun please."
The cashier looked at him with a concerned look but he rung up the gun. The gun was a bit expensive but he didn't care he bought it anyways along with some bullets. The boy walked home with the gun in his pocket. As he walked home warm tears rolled down his freezing cheeks.
He got home and he set the gun on the table he called one of his friend and told them what he was going to do and why. His friend quickly hung up and the boy picked the gun up as he held it in his hands.
He stared at it for a few moments before he held it to his head. Tears rolled down his face but he smiled. He went to pull the trigger but then he he quicly sat up in bed his parent's fighting in the livivng room.
He got up and looked at his phone. He saw some missed messages from his boyfriend and he grinned hppily that he didn't lose any of his friends or loved ones.
