5 Years Later
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He walked inside the old house, it's walls still burned, it's floors.. still creaked. Half burned picture frames still nailed to the wall, it brought back so many memories
smile He took one off the wall, untouched, it had Krystal... Rose, Damian, and him in it. All once happy, playing with the dog. That damn dog... he through the picture on the floor, it shattered and the glass spread out in the hall. He walked into the living room, it was all gone. He then carefully went to the upstairs and went inside Damians room. His toys were all melting on the carpet and his room was burned completely. He then went inside Roses room, the same in hers....
He then slowly opened the door into Krystal and his bedroom. This room was not burnt. It was still perfect. He crawled on top of the bed and laid on his side of it. He turned and imagined her laying there looking at him. He acted as if brushing his fingers through her hair and then stopped. He got off the bed and went inside there drawers. He found her wedding ring. He clenched it hard and started to cry. He fell to his knees. They were all gone.. Krystal, Rose, Damian...
He then stood back up slowly. Inside the top drawer was a picture album, of her and there old group of friends. They all use to be so happy... sort of. He sat on the bed and went through all the pictures. He found one of him and Nick. Actually smiling together. They hated each other.. but for some reason, he missed him deeply.. He closed his eyes and remembered the day everyone was lost..
He tried to remember. "Krystal... she was wanted back to heaven.. she was no longer alowd.." he thought..
No, thats not what happened... He tried to remember again. "Miles came back and burned the house down," he thought. That wasn't it either... Then he remembered... It was him.. one night it hit him, everyone he ever loved was dead, his father, mother, brothers, sisters, and his best friend Damian, no one was alive anymore. And Krystal and the kids were not enough for him.. He went into the garage and got all the gas out of the cars and the motorcycle. He then went up stairs and poured it on the walls in every room, except their bedroom. He then lit it on fire. He went outside and watched it all burn, he heard the children scream but did not care. The final string broke, the only one holding his sanity. Krystal flew out to him, crying, shouting why. He then killed her with his gun. She went down.. and he through her in the flames.
He remembered... he unwrapped the bandaging around his head and looked in the mirror. His face.. it was burnt, looked melted, he laid down in the bed. Grabbed one of his guns from the chest underneath it. He slowly put it in his mouth, he could taste the metal in his mouth, his thumb crept to the trigger and cocked the hammer back. He then thought about his children, and the wife he once had. Then he took away his life.
the end....
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