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. 805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8rJGhX1YmO
A crunch over here. 805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuF828x5IYg
A movement over there.805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG2Izbcxecq
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. 805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyYco9Q1MA9
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQ6Ou3O7cu
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. 805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXcqOtQCuqi
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. 805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lwddsHre6
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.805Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeNJXOAI4gV
