..He climbs on the little stool and puts the rope
around
his neck, mixed emtions run through him, the
fear of
pain and desperation to end his life....
It would not have been
like this, but its all because of her.....Martha
Their relationship was rock solid and many
people envied
them.
He thought that Martha loved him as much as
he loved
her too...
How wrong he was!.
He bought her an expensive car, a mansion fit
for a
queen....
Always gave her money for what she wanted
and credit cards to fill her luxurious desire for
styllsh pricey imported
clothes and designer shoes,...
last but not least the 27 carat diamond
engagement ring that would seal the deal....
Make her forever his in due time...
Today upon arrival from work he finds her in
bed...intertwin ed between moans of
pleasure as they stroke one another with
his besrfriend 'THE BEST MAN TO BE'
His perfect word stumbles to dust at that
exact moment...his heart is shattered into
thousands of intagible pieces...
Without much thought and scrutiny of the
situation, he pulls out his ancient revolver,
between curses and tears...
Aims at his bestfriends face & fires
twice....
Darkness overwhelms!
He turns the gun into her direction it is now
HER turn, she cries and pleads for mercy but
that all
falls upon deaf ears.. Only flashes of the
despicable activity that he just witnessed
moments ago engulfed his mind and
catalysed his rage..
He fires at her body...bullet after bullet until no
more
bullets remain..only the fadin echo of
gunshots..could be heard..
It's not a pretty scene...bedshee ts crimson
fluids, brain mattter and two dead bodies are
what remain...
His thoughts are perennial.. With nothing
more to live for and fear of the constitutions
justice
His ultimatum is the
decision to join the dead.
Thts how he came to this point! He kicks the
little
stool..
Its suffocating,
torture yet it does not last..
After a couple of minutes... He hangs limp &
motionless from
the garage roof..
DEAD!
...
