Part 1

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Present, Travor

Tears are now rolling down from he's eyes. Clutching the gun tightly he looks at he's reflection. Red scratchy eyes. Fluffily hair. Tall, lean, yet a chubby face. Weak. Fake. Ugly smile. Flinching from those words of pain he looks down at the gun. He then pulls the gun towards he's head, he's finger right next to the trigger.

During all these chaotic stuff going through he's head, he's sister was causing more chaoticness by banging on the door, yelling "Travor, stop!! DON'T DO IT!!". She keeps repeating the words, saying they love him, and they need. But he knew that she was lying, and that no one geniully cared about him. Pulling the trigger, he falls to the ground. Time seems to move slowly during this moment. Hearing he's sister yell for a few seconds before he closes he's eyes for the last time. Goodbye hell,Travor mumbles as he feels all the numbness and pain go out of he's body.  

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