I leaned the rifle back, pointing the barrel upwards and into my mouth. A hastily written note lay by my foot, the ink smeared by my tears. My finger was on the trigger, tensed as if preparing to fire. In the back of my mind I knew that this was the easy route. I could just pull my finger down and end the chaos, the madness, the fear. I could have ended all of the fears in my life right in that moment, but I was to afraid to do so. I could still see the fear in his eyes as they took him away away. I remember the utter helplessness as I watched him shot like a dog. A tear rolled down my cheek as I leaned the barrel away. I remember where I
