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My Entry - Final Moments
By: spottedlion10 Date: October 17, 2012, 2:46 pm
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Sometimes things just happen. That was the answer. As simple as
that.
Tate stood there, the SWAT team surrounding him, their guns all
pointed towards him. He knew they were loaded. He knew they
would shoot him. He knew they would kill him. That too, was a
very simple concept. A concept, that would strike fear in most
people. He however, was not most people, and was also not scare.
If anything at all, he felt numb.
The sounds of his mother screaming out in the hall filled him
with an odd enjoyment, a twisted sense of accomplishment. His
form of revenge for all the pain and suffering that she had
caused him and his siblings over the years. It left him with a
crooked smirk.
He thought back to the night that Nora had started taking care
of him. That was the first day that he ever truly had a mother.
He could clearly remember how things were back then. How on
Monday nights, Constance's boyfriend would come over, which ever
one it happened to be at the time. He never truly understood why
it was on Monday nights, all he could remember her saying was
that it was her way of making the week just that much easier to
get through.
As a young boy, he would sit there, at the top of the stairs,
waiting for the theme song to Newhart. It wasn't that he watched
the show, but that was the show that Constance fell asleep to
while looking over the over due bills with her glass of wine.
That was how she settled down after her dates left.
That one week though, was different. He discovered the basement,
and Infantata. Then, Nora, the woman who took him in as her own.
Right now, that was the one thing that he regretted, he never
repaid her. He had promised her a baby, but never made that
happen. That to him, was the worst part of all of this. He let
down the one person that had helped him.
That was when he thought he might have a chance of getting away
if he tried. His grin grew bigger as he took his hand and made
the shape of a gun, pretending to shoot himself in the head. If
he could pull this off, he could try and repay Nora. He could
then run away from here like he always wanted to. His point was
made here, he hated it. If he didn't make it though, he would
still be in this house, and he would still have a chance to make
things up to Nora.
The only part that bothered him was the fact that he knew that
he would be stuck here forever if he didn't make it. Sure, he
could torment his mom as long as she was around, but that was
the only other satisfaction that he could gain. Other than that,
it was hell.
Their eyes were on him. He could see them ready to pull at their
triggers. There was a lot of them, but he was crazy enough to
believe that he could pull it off if he moved quickly.
The split second passed and he shot his arm down as quickly as
he could, grabbing the gun out of his bag.
He wasn't fast enough. The guns went off, the bullets piercing
through his chest and shoulders. He didn't feel anything. As he
fell back, all he could think about was the fact that it was all
over now. No more having to put up with all the bullshit outside
of these walls. Now, he had to brace himself for the hell that
he had to endure.
His back hit the floor, but his smiled remained glued on his
face. One of the SWAT members rushed over to him.
"Why'd you do it?" he asked, making sure to hasten before Tate
died.
Tate looked to him and smugly smiled. It was for only him to
know, and everyone else to find out. It was as simple as that.
It was right then, that everything went black and he drifted
off. The last thing he heard was his mother's cries out in the
hall
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