I was watching cartoons when it happened. A nuclear attack. The siren started blaring, and I could hear my mom crying.
I knew it was too late to evacuate, so I continued watching my TV to take my mind off things.
'I wish I was like that,' I thought, looking at my television screen. 'Happy. Forever. Every problem solved, and no pain.'
Then I had an idea. A way to protect my family from the pain of the explosion. I got up and walked to my dad's room, taking his key from under his bed and unlocking his cabinet.
There it was. The thing that would end it all. I picked it up and walked downstairs to the kitchen, hiding it in my coat pocket.
"Oh, hello..." Dad said, holding Mom's hand.
"I know a way to avoid the bomb," I said shakily, forcing back tears that threatened to spill.
"Really? Tell us," Mom said, turning towards me with a look of hope in her eyes.
"1 minute until detonation."
I shook my head and sighed. They were good people, they didn't deserve the pain.
I moved almost automatically, cocking the gun.
"Bwa- Jesus!" Mom exclaimed, backing up.
"Did I just hear a glock?!" Dad asked, his eyes wide.
"30 seconds."
No turning back.
I aimed it at my father.
"Holy shi-"
He fell to the ground, splattering blood across the room.
I aimed the gun towards Mom.
"Goodbye, Mom," I said shakily, and pulled the trigger.
I didn't need to hear the announcement to know what would happen next. The room filled with white light, and everything faded to black.
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