I want to go to the concert but I don't know if I can hold on to the pistol for that long. In two days. Maybe my dad will find it and ground me for a really long time. I don't know if I should give it back to him or continue with my plan.
*two days pass
I'm so happy that the concert is today. We arrive at the concert and there is a lot of people. My dad drops me off and I run through the entrance. The gun is in the back of my jeans. I walk slowly to my seat. I arrive at my seat in time to watch the band start to practice. People are watching the band quietly. I'm surprised that nobody's screaming the bands name.
I pull the pistol out and look at it under my seat. I left a note for my parents on my bed. I hope they really know I love them. I really love one of the band members so I stand up and as loud as I can I yell his name. "Jacob Triss" I'm the only one who's screaming. He looks at me. Right in the eyes actually. I see he's nice sea green eyes. "Your music really changed my life and helped me through tough times, but I can't take it anymore" I yell at him as he stares at me.
I yank the pistol out of my jeans and aim it at my head. "I'm sorry Jacob" I scream. I pull the trigger. One of my last moments of life is me watching the blood from my head spray upon the others at the concert.
This is the end I hope everybody knows I love them. My body hits the floor with a loud thud. People surround my body. This is the end
This is the end for me now and forever.
By: Logan Kalis
