It was now midnight. Dennis had tried not to fall asleep, but he found himself wake up from a short nap. He was a lucky that he hadn’t gotten a very rude awakening by the Anderson Girls.
Dennis tried not to even acknowledge the fact that he was still in Elliott’s home. He felt that if he imagined himself still at home, then he would feel like he actually was at home. It did not work. No matter how hard he tried, he continued to realize that the house he was in was filled with several people not in his family as well as eight spoiled rotten girls who loved to bother him.
Dennis looked at the Elliott’s open drawer. He found himself curious about what was inside that drawer. It amazed him how he could have been curious about such a thing, but he felt that the curiosity may have been provoked by the desire to be at his own home.
He walked over to the open drawer and took a look inside. There, he found a surprise.
It was a pistol. Dennis knew that Elliott owned one; that one was the weapon stolen to kill Freeman. But he had no idea that he owned another.
Dennis didn’t know what he was thinking but he saw himself lift the gun out of the drawer and carry it to Elliott’s bed with him.
By the weight of the gun, he could tell that it was loaded.
The gun was probably a just a spare. Dennis knew that some people carried spare guns, but he wasn’t sure why Elliott would. He assumed it was for double the protection.
Dennis stared at the gun for what felt like a long time. And then, a thought passed through his head.
All he wanted more than anything at that moment was for him to go home. But he knew that as soon as he got home, no accomplishment will have been reached. He was just going to sit in his room and feel sorry for himself like he did everyday. His hard, dull life would remain the same. All the people he knew would all remain the same.
Dennis was always going to be living the poor life. He knew his attitude about people was never going to change. He knew he was never going to make friends. And he knew that as he grew up, he will have no good memories to reflect on.
He looked at the loaded pistol which he held tightly in his right hand.
The thought that passed through his head said: “Nobody says you have to grow up.”
Dennis knew it to be true. He hardly had any people who cared for him. He never spoke to his parents, and he had no friends. Who would he be hurting to not give himself a future?
It was a big decision, so he thought to himself over and over again. But every time he thought, he had the same opinion every time. He had no purpose in this world.
He lifted the gun up and stared at it for another minute.
It had to be tonight. There had already been one death that night, so another death wouldn’t make the situation any more tragic. Especially since it was him.
Dennis knew that his father had a much better relationship with his best friend than his son. Dennis did not feel he was taking any more away from his father.
He continued to stare at the gun. After staring at it for another minute or two, he laid it to his side.
The gun would be kept with him on standby for the moment he felt ready.567Please respect copyright.PENANAvNI8b0aD3O