OK, I know a lot of readers would love to hate Bob for what he did, and truthfully, I am with you all the way. Bob was a selfish jerk, and he hurt Johnny. I really don't care what they say to redeem him, he is just cruel. But, I stopped to think for a minute, What if in Bobs last moments he regretted what he did? That was how I got this.
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When Bob felt the knife enter his back, A thousand different thoughts flew through his mind. For the first time, he looked around himself, and saw what he had become. He saw a boy being drowned, and the image of a boys scared eyes floated in his mind.
He wondered, How did he become so violent? How did he, Bob, come to attack other kids because he could? The question faded when the answer came, It was the same reason as why he drank, so he could be stopped. Bob's parents loved him, but they never really told him no. If they found the liquor bottles he left on the floor, they would blame each other, never him.
Bob thought about the boy with the knife, did his parents care too much as well? Did he have a girlfriend who got angry at him if he drank too much? Did he have friends who he cared about like nothing else? Did he worry about being a disgrace to his family?
Bobs eyesight blurred, Did the boy being drowned have those things as well? Or were the two greaser boys so different they had problems he would never think about as being real?
Bob started to turn numb, He regretted it now, the violence. He wished he could go back in time so that he could stop himself from hurting the innocent boy. The innocent boy who now held a blood soaked knife in his trembling hands. Bob had hurt that boy, he had hurt him so bad, that he himself had gotten hurt because of it.
Bob remembered when a teacher had passed by him and his friends while they were drinking one day. The man had shook his head, and said, "Oh how the mighty hath fallen." He had mocked the man that day, he and his friends.
The light seemed to fade a bit, he had been right that day, they had fallen from goodness. They had fallen into cruelty, and hate, and drunkenness. And now Bob thought dully, He was getting what he deserved for it. He had been passed his just deserts, and he had no choice but to swallow the bitter dregs of the cup of guilt.
Bob's mouth parted, and unshed tears sat in his eyes sat in his eye. Darkness claimed Bob before his words could even start to leave his throat.
I'm Sorry.