Sorrow

My father pressed the steely cold butt of the gun into my hand and whispered

“Kill me, please.”

“What for.” I began to ask.

“I have cancer in my lungs and the doctor said I only have month to live.”

I sat there crying my eyes out, asking god why couldn’t it have been me with the cancer. My father then told me, “if you wont do it, I will I rather be shot the to suffer with sickness with in me.”

I sat there thinking about what I should do and then said.

“Ok, ill do it.”

I then took the gun from out of his hand, cocked it back and hearing the sound of the bullet going into the chamber ready to fire. As I told him to close his eyes and pray one last time. He then opened his eyes. “I said goodbye and I love you forever”

And then I pulled the trigger. I blew his brains out; they splattered all on the wall. I began to scream and holler, I can’t believe this, my one and only father is now dead because of me. The phone then began to ring. I then answered it and the doctor said, “ sir, your father has no cancer, we mistook him with another person. I then hung the phone up. Picked the gun up and….