Salvador Chigurh was a doctor who lived a good and happy life with his wife, Raquel. The Spanish couple lived on a decent ranch in Dallas, Texas, with their only child: their five year old son, Anton.
One night, the household was disturbed by a pounding sound at the door. Salvador shot up in bed and turned on the lamp. He went to the door to see who it was and asked, "Who's there?"
"Doctor Chigurh, it's me!" Cried the desperate voice of a teenage boy. "I need your help!"
Salvador recognized the sound of that voice and instantly felt fear strike into his heart. Knowing that something was wrong, Salvador went into his son's bedroom and shook him gently. "Anton, wake up, my son."
Little Anton turned over and looked up at his father. "What is it, Papi?" He asked him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay", Salvador hushed his child, picking his son up into his arms. He carried Anton over to the closet and set him inside. "Anton, I need you to hide", he said. "Do not come out until I tell you."
Once his father closed the door, Anton heard his mother speaking to him. "Salvador, what is happening?"
Anton could barely see through the shutters, as he saw his father place his hands on both sides of her face. "I don't know, my love, but I need you to trust me."
Raquel kissed Salvador passionately in response and wrapped her arms around his neck. Anton watched as he saw his parents kiss each other for the last time.
Hearing the banging on the door again, Anton's parents left his room. He heard the front door open, followed by the voice of his father.
"What are you doing here?"
"Doctor Chigurh, please", cried the voice of a sobbing teenage boy. "I know I shouldn't have come here this late, but they told me to do it."
"Who's they?" Raquel asked the boy.
"He hears these voices inside his head that tell him to do bad things", Salvador explained to his wife.
"I don't want to live, I don't want to live", the boy cried.
"Listen to me", Salvador said to the boy, trying to keep him calm. "Listen to me. It's okay. I know you're feeling hurt-"
"No, you don't understand", sobbed the boy. "They told me to kill you. I don't want to, but they told me I had to. I don't want to live! I WANT TO KILL MYSELF!"
"No, don't-"
BANG! BANG!
Anton heard his mother scream. "No! What are you doing? Stop!"
BANG! BANG!
Anton gasped and put a hand to his mouth to prevent any sound from escaping his throat. Suddenly, a teenage boy no more than the age of fourteen appeared in his doorway. He had wavy yellow hair and dark eyes as cruel as the devil himself. His face was tear-stained and lacked all emotion. The teenage shooter looked at the gun in his hand and walked away.
It wasn't until the murderer had gone that the frightened little boy with the pageboy haircut came out from his hiding place. He slowly walked out of his bedroom and into the living room, where he saw the dead corpses of his parents lying lifeless on the floor. Poor little Anton broke down in tears, as he tried desperately to wake them up from their eternal sleep.
"Mama, wake up! Mama, Papi, please wake up! Papi, get up!"