I'm going to do it.
I am going to pull the trigger.
Blood, flesh, and guts will fly every where.
Guess who's fault.
It ain't mine.
As I stand here, with you
The trigger is getting closer to getting pulled.
I hope you see the point I'm making.
It will go all over your freshly white painted walls,
New wooden flooring,
Brand new 90" flat screen TV,
And your cutlery.
The evidence will be every where.
No true way to get rid of it.
Now it's been swell...
Bye bye *******!
gun shot
body falls to the floor, blood and guts go every where
loud psychotic laughing
Bye bye *******~
As you were warned.
It was you , to pull the trigger.
My suicidal duckling.

"I didn't say no.. Why didn't I say no?"
"It was my fault. I should've said no."
"Why'd he have to do it? Why'd he have to do it to me?"
"I shouldn't have let it continue. I should've told someone the first time."
"Why didn't he go to jail?"
"Why wasn't he punished?"
"I never should've told anyone. I should've just let it go."
"My mother hates me because of this."
"Will she ever forgive me?"
"She will always love him more than me.."
"Why didn't she kick him out? I was nine years old."
"Why did my own brother do this to me?"
"If I **** myself, I won't have to see his face anymore.."