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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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