He drove the rover out of the downtown.One of his hand was on the steering wheel while other on his abdomen. His hands,Coat and rover's front seats were stained with his blood. He was grunting in pain.
He was driving to Jimmy. He was unable to handle the pain and feeling unconscious.
"I am not crying father!!! I am in pain!!!" He was crying like a baby and tapping the steering wheel.
He somehow managed to drove to Jimmy. He was almost unconscious. He went out of his car dangling while Magnum in his hand.
"Jimmy!! Help me!!! Please save me, I don't want to die"
He continued screaming in pain until he fell on the ground stained in blood.
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Ryan was in his room holding revolver in his hand. He was drinking wine from the bottle. He was not in his senses. He dialed Duke:
"Hey Bro!!!" He greeted him crackingly.
"Ryan!!! Are you okay" Duke asked curiously.
"Bro!! I have found a way. The truth won't come out, Don't worry"
"I don't care now!! It's all right you can put the blame on me"
"I am in the town. Just meet me" Duke answered worriedly.
"Sorry bro!! I can't" he was crying and taking heavy breaths.
"Ryan what are you upto? I am worried for you. Name a place I will be there for you"
"I thought he had forgiven me!! But bro it was the most cruel punishment he could have ever given to me. I remember those days of college" Ryan continued in a breaking voice.
"He was right. I am dying in pain and writhing for death"
"Are you home? I am coming just wait, Okay"
"Those good days. When we were happy and loved our life. I don't wanna go to prison!!!" He confessed innocently while crying.
"Everything will be fine just please!!! I am coming" and before he could continue further Ryan ended the call.
He was holding his family album looking at his family photos and crying.
He looked very untidy and completly disturbed. He was sitting in a corner in his room in dark. He had not eaten anything as if he was on diet of wine and drugs.
Suddenly he stood up and pointed the revolver at his chest. He was shaking in fear unable to grip the revolver.
"MOM!!! I AM SORRY!! I FAILED YOU!! I WASN'T A GOOD SON!! I AM LOST" he mummered in pain crying.
He closed his eyes and held his breath. He slowly started pulling the trigger.
His mother was downstairs on the breakfast table deep in her thoughts. She was crying for her son when she heard the gunshot.
"Ryan!!!!!! My boy!!!" She screamed.
"Ohhhh GOD!!"
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On Edge Of The Knife
Ficción GeneralThe story of a troubled boy Who let his love of life go because he believe that he never deserved her. The idea roots in his mind through her mother. He tries best to survive in this cruel world But losts. He is the main weapon used in the gangs war...
