Alexander Mihalcea™

He sat in silence as the darkness surrounded his mind and thoughts, isolation and anger consumed his soul as he watched the days go by. The seasons change but he remand lost confused traveling this dark tormented world without a light to guide his choice of actions.

"Who am I" The same questions ran threw his mind over and over "Where do i belong" The visions clouded his mind. "What is the point of going on any more as nothing gold can stay" Happiness was hard for him to find over the years and when he did find it it would soon pass like the blowing winds.

The metal was cold to his touch as he grabbed the barrel that laid against the wall fully loaded. A stream of tears rolled from his cheek leaving a small puddle along the wooden floor. Eyes wide, the barrel pressed under his chin, whimpers could be heard if any was around but yet again the halls where empty as was his heart. To much pain filled his chest and to move on was not an option any longer, His finger placed on the trigger slowly tensing up along the stock"Bang"

Sirens could be heard in the distance but it was to late, As they walked threw the wooden doors there was nothing more then the remains of a tragic story come to end, but one must wonder what could bring a simple man to such a decision. Upon searching the house a mirror was found not far from the location stained in blood but the words where clear "I have one last thing to say"