It wasn't supposed to end like this…
Why did it end like this?
All I remember we were on our way back to the town, done with our patrol and I was bored. Then, my father, the sheriff of the town, reached into his pocket and took out his pocket watch and twisted the knob on top, to the time it is now and I was still daydreaming. Then, he handed the pocket watch over to me, and I was happy he gave me the watch, and then placed the hat on top of my head. I kinda looked like him, except I don't have the hat. Heh, we looked like each other from apart. Then, all of the sudden, a gang of bandits appeared and started attacking us, startling the horses and my dad lead us into a canyon, firing his gun at the bandits, trying to shot at them, as I was scared out of my wits, and lost the hat during the ride because the bandit shot it. I wish I could've shot along with him. He came back to me and gave me the reins to the horses, and said, "You can do this." Then, went back shooting the bandits. The horses ran as fast as they can and I was squeezing the reins tightly as I lead the horses down the canyon. "Steady!" my father cried out. So, I pulled the reins back and tried to steady the horses, except one of them jumped over a stone and one of the wheels was smashed from the rock and I was tossed to the side of the carriage, falling off the carriage and twisted my ankle. Another wheel smashed and the horse neighed in fear. Then, I released the reins to the horses, and the carriage fell over to its side and my father...fell over the cliff…
Dust was everywhere and I sat up slightly, until feeling a strong pain in my leg. Must've twisted it from a rock. And one on my cheek. I was bleeding a bit from the wound, but, I couldn't see my dad. So, I got up from where I am and looked everywhere for him. The carriage is totaled and I glanced straight, where the cliff is and I wondered if any of the carriages fell over the cliff. So, I walked over, even though I have a pain on my side and when I got at that place, I carefully looked over the cliff and to my shock, I saw my dad, there, holding onto some of the rocks, looking terrified as I looked down, terrified with him. "Give me your hand," he replied hoarsely. I gasped and went down on my stomach and reached for him, hoping I can catch him in time. "I can't reach!" I cried out. So, he moved up a bit and I moved a bit forward and our fingers touched. He tried to get up more, as I tried pulling up, but his foot slipped and I cried out, "No!" He got his balance and I was panicking. "W-What would I do?!" I cried out. He was looking down the cliff he was on until his eyes glanced over to his gun on his back and reached over his shoulder and took out his rifle. "Here," he said, holding up his rifle. I took his rifle and pulled up with both of my hands. I positioned my knees to pull him up more and he slowly climbed. So, I moved one of my hands close to the trigger and he was barely up, so I pulled more. Until, he fell back and I grabbed his vest, trying to see if I could pull him up by his vest.
Until...my hands moved over to the trigger...Then…Gunfire echoed through the cliff's canyons and…He died…
Blood was all over my face…And I was paralyzed to death...then...I heard the last clicks from the pocket watch he gave me...then...it stopped...
I...killed my own dad…
Why…
Why did I do that?
I…
I want to die like him...
I...
Don't want to live anymore...