Brains Against Blue Walls

It was last December. A cold, grey, snowy, sad looking day. Everything was still. Everything but the mind of a young teenage boy named Alexander Gaskarth. His mind was racing. Why? Because he was holding his father's shotgun to the spot on his chest where the heart is located. 'You can do it, Alex' he encouraged himself. 'C'mon, it'll only take on pull, then it's over. Everything will be over.' After shouting to try to make his brain shut up, and failing to do so, he ended his screaming thoughts by listening to them.