My father pressed the steely cold butt of the gun into my hand and whispered "kill me please"! Instantly I thought too myself this is my father my only parent to remain. He was in pain thick ruby ed blood pouring from his open gun shot wound. My father had accidentally shot himself trying to load the gun. if I did what he wanted me to and end his life I would suffer as well. I might be put in prison or maybe even killed but even worst i would have no one to turn to. So i placed my hand on the trigger. "BOOM" the abulance had bust through the door. My father was rushed to the hosiptal while I stayed home sobbing on the floor. My father lived but I later passed away from depression.
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