Death Killed me with 8 Bullets

"I'm sorry, but your sister just passed away." The doctor whispered giving a sympathetic look at him.

The bottle dropped to the ground from his hand as he dropped to the ground with tears streaming down.

"No, no. This can't be right."

"I'm sorry." The doctor added.

He didn't even care anymore. The doctor didn't know what he felt like, he couldn't feel the pain that he felt.

He didn't have to watch her lose her life to some disease. Nor visit her in this suffocating room for most of her life as she weakened every single day till she eventually took her final breath.

She didn't deserve any of this. Especially death.

"This has to be a joke right? Please tell me it's April Fools or something. Please." He sobbed.

But it wasn't April.

I heard footsteps from behind me. His mum came running towards the room, as the doctors held her back. Her body begins shaking as she tries desperately reaching for the room just to see her daughter one last time.

His dad walking in with disappointment and sighs.

"What a waste of money. She should've died from the start, instead of wasting our time and money." He smirks. "At least we have one last child to worry about. More money to spend."

Daniel grabs him by his sweaty collar and firms a fist with his other hand, directing it towards him.

His mum grabs his arm and gently brings it down as she looks directly into his eyes, while tears shed from her baggy eyes. She shook her head at him and turn to look towards the room where the daughter lays. He releases his fist as blood came dripping down from his grip.

"What do you think you were going to do?" The father laughed at him. But he didn't respond but just looked down in despair and walked off.

He finally stops at the edge of the rooftop. He wipes his eyes and looks up at the sky. He screamed in agony at the top of his lungs, until he inevitably breakdown crying even more.

~*~*~*~*~

Daniel lays in bed staring at the ceiling as he hears shouting coming from outside his door.

He despised the sound of his father's voice. He was used to it, used to him yelling every day coming home drunk from the bar. When his father wasn't at home, he would go to his mum to comfort her because she was suffering worse than him.

She not only just lost her only daughter but is now losing her husband. Even though he was a doucebag he was still the love of her life, from beginning to end.

She really needed to change her taste in men.

"No, Please don't" My mother pleaded.

"Get off of me you old hag." He snarled.

"Don't leave us. Please."

"You're useless as same as for your pathetic son, and your dead daughter."

Daniel had, had enough of listening to his disgusting voice and useless complaining. He went up to him and punched him straight on his nose. His father wobbled down to the ground, blood falling from his nostrils.

He grabbed the couch and slowly lifted his fat body up, with his other hand holding his bleeding nose.

"I'm leaving, and never coming back. You'll have nothing without me." He laughed wincing in pain. "You'll end up just like Hayley, dead."

He got off and walked out of the house.

~*~*~*~*~

Daniel eventually gave up. His mother has been working day and night just to have food on the table for him and herself.

Daniel knew his mum wasn't getting enough food but she still smiled and ensured him that everything will be alright. Daniel didn't try to do anything, he felt empty, numb, yet alive and the only thing he was feeling was pain. Broken and pathetic, he sat there all day as his mother does all the work.

Then one day, his mother comes back with bruises.

He looks at her with guilt and anxiety. He stared deeply and she looks back and smile... He waits for his mother to sleep.

He stands up and with one step closer to the roof he feels the weight on his shoulder suddenly feeling lighter. He opens the door from the roof, takes a deep breath sucking all the fresh air he can, and lets it all out. He pulls back his neck looking in the sky.

He whispers silently to himself, "Fuck life, Death is just a joke."

He closes his eyes as he leans forward letting all the guilt, trauma, and pain that has been built up just disappear as he takes in his last look at the stars in the night sky.

Darkness took over. And then everything was black.

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