He shivered as a blast of wind caught him by surprise. He heard sounds, sounds all over, some were real others were just his imagination. 909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvd7eViFCjC
A crunch over here. 909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡECHc9THL3P
A movement over there.909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyfm4QeWsfs
But inside of his head was the worst of sounds. His dads voice boomed out, overpowering anything and everything. His dad yelled at him. He yelled at him for being too stupid and for being a disappointment. 909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlD7AIhTRXs
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWt5uqVkfOK
He remembered it like it was his own home. He was five, crying at the stairs. Father had just finished telling him that his mother had passed away. His father blamed him. He blamed him for her death and for their misery. 909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoCpSIbXo9w
That is why it had been so easy. Easy to pull the trigger. But now all it was, was hard. It was hard to imagine his fathers face without crying, without blaming himself. 909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHY0Ho7a4CN
A loud crackling sound brought him back to the present. There directly in front of him the footsteps led into a bush. He imagined the worst. He imagined his father.909Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWDa8VIlaCI
