10:26 pm
His eyes darted around at his room as he signed the letter. He looked down at it and let out a sigh of relief. He crumbled the sides as he held it so close to himself before folding it and grabbing the envelope, stretching it open. He gently licked the envelope shut before placing it with the others. This was it he thought. He took a seat on the foot of his bed, grabbing his phone.
Goodbye he sent to all his contacts.
Adam took the Smith and West Sigma SW9VE 9mm Black Stainless glock and looked at it for a moment. It almost seemed surreal for him to be holding the gun in his hands, like if it didn't fit or feel right for him to have this. He had bought it off GunBroker by using his dad's emergency credit card and ID.
This was it he thought again. He took the magazine off and walked over to his desk. He had cleaned everything in his room, hoping to not cause enough damage when the time came. He pulled the box of ammunition from the desk draw and loaded the magazine. One by one nice and neatly he pushed them in until it was full. He placed the magazine back into the gun, slid the chamber back, seeing the bullet move into place, still not feeling that sensation to stop himself. He was done and he knew it. The pain he had felt would be gone in 2 seconds.
He placed the gun on the bed and got down on his knees, not knowing why he was there. "I know we never talked hell sometimes I don't even think you exist, but right now I wish you did. My life is getting too hard to handle anymore. I need this. I need…" he wiped the tears off his face. "I need peace. I know my family will miss me, but they will live. Everyone will be ok." He looked back and took the gun from the bed. He switched off the safety before placing it on the side of his head. "This" he said out loud to no one, but mentally talking to everyone. "This is what I need now. I'm sorry"
Drew heard a loud firecracker go off and jumped from the couch. "Adam?" he looked around, maybe hoping to see his little brother hiding and laughing. He looked and saw nothing. "Adam?" he said again, this time walking up the stairs to his brothers room. He turned the knob and found it jammed. "Adam open the door… Adam what are you doing in there? Why are you popping firecrackers in the house? Mom's going to be pissed." Nothing. No smart ass remark or no get the hell out Andrew or anything. Just complete silence. "Adam? Adam?" now Drew was worried. "Open the door!" his heart started to race "Adam I'm coming in!" Drew stepped away as he lifted his leg and stomped it against the door, hearing the wood creak, but not break. He tried again this time succeeding.
Drew opened the door.