The Suicide-Pact
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I had to do it. I had no other choice. My sister screaming as I held the gun to her face, to my parents when they found her on the floor, submerged in her own blood. All of this led 4 more bullets causing them and my grandparents to share the same fate. Those images will linger in my head forever. Good thing forever won't last too long.
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