america will die
at first i thought this was simply my insanity babbling to me, but these three words have quickly become like a lullaby to me. he shall face the consequences of how he has treated those around him. I know now that i am the one meant to do this. after all, he did treat me the worst above all right? he was always there to criticize me, and never saw fault in anything he did. when he wasn't bothering me, he was ignoring me as if i had never existed! yes, America will die tonight, and nobody will miss him. i know i won't. England and France still passionately hate him, China wouldn't even notice, Cuba and Russia would be proud of me. you must be having that of a nightmare seeing as you toss and turn so much tonight."can you feel your final hour upon you brother dearest?" oh, why would i ask you, this is how i much prefer you. silent and unmoving. and now as i stand by your bed clutching the gun in my hand, i shall permanently silence you. I point the gun at you as your eyes slowly open reveling their ocean blue color." hello, and...goodbye brother dear." i whisper, pulling the trigger. the bang echoes through the silent house."i always loved that shade of maroon..."