The gun was in his hand, the barrel pointing straight at his own brother, and then he did it, the trigger was pulled. BANG! The round was shot, his hand was trembling from shooting, smoke was making its way out of the barrel, and the scent of gunpowder was in the air. He dropped the weapon and fell to his knees; he could not believe what he just did. He killed his own brother! The body was lying across from him; its eyes were as wide as the moon, and as lifeless as the cement that was under his feet. The reason why he did it seemed so idiotic now that he realized that his brother wasn’t coming back, all because he wouldn’t show up to the funeral of their mother. Someone dying for not honoring the dead, it seemed so stupid, but it was already done, and he was next to the smoking gun! It didn’t matter to him though; he knew his own death was inescapable, and he accepted his inevitable fate. He just sat still, tears running down his cheeks as the sirens grew closer and closer. He picked up the weapon one last time, but this time he pointed it at himself. He said one last thing to the lifeless body of his brother, “I’ll see you on the other side.” He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, it was over.
sorry it's a little violent this time, it just popped in my head.
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