Lovino's Story
It was never ending, this feeling I have. This bottle in my hand, was supposed to help to drown the sorrows that I felt. When I wake up from the drunken stupor, it's the same old, same old. None of my problems were solved, only worsened. I look into this mirror, but all I see is someone so filled with sadness and a lack of a want to live.
I can't forget the things that I have done in the past. I was young and stupid as can be. I caused the fall of Rome, not Germania; it was I who caused despair upon millions. I know everybody thought that Germania was the one to finish him off, but that was just a cover up. The only ones that know about this incident are me, and now you. Please don't judge me for my mistake; it was an accident and I was only trying to help. I can say it was my fault that I tore apart my family and caused Nonno ruin.
As I stand here looking at the mirror, I can't stand myself anymore. I fight back the tears, and try to hold my head high. This seems to not work anymore. I can feel myself losing the grip I am holding on myself. All I need to do is hold the barrel of the 45 to my head and pull the trigger, and then the pain and suffering would end. It's selfish, I know, but the suffering I feel is unbearable. Fratello would get over it eventually. That Spagna bastard will probably mourn, but who cares, I am just a worthless piece of shit that deserves nothing but to die alone and unhappy. The world could do without me. There is nothing left for me here.
When I was young, I used to smile all the time and I never swore. It all changed after I had murdered Nonno.