Russian Roulette
23 September, 2010
Author: tommyg
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An adolescent boy waits for his parents to come home, so he can show them his new game. His gun is loaded, his bullet isn't quite sure. As they walk in he shows them his toy, with it to his head, his time ran out. They laugh at the pool of blood on the floor, they never did love him anyway. His pain is set free, his parents mock his dead body that is cold to the touch. Chills from his memory have no conscious to touch. |
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