Malcolm sat on the edge of his bed, just moments after dinner. They always laughed at him and made fun of him... well he was about to put an end to that.
He plunged his hand into his backpack and shoved a chair in front of the door, to stop intruders.
And out came his gun. He'd actually found it in a trashcan by the school, with one bullet. Someone must have chickened out. Well, he wasn't about to.
He heard a knock at the door, "Malcolm! Let me in!" Dewey. He couldn't see this. It would ruin him.
Malcolm took the gun and put it to his head. One squeeze of the trigger and everything went black.
Reese came running, thinking Malcolm or Dewey had a be-be gun or something like that.
"Dewey, open the door!" Reese yelled at his younger brother.
"I'm trying!" Dewey yelled back at him.
Reese shoved te door and it swung open.
"MOM!!!" The two boys screamed.
"Oh, what is it now?" Lois groaned in an awfully annoyed voice.
Looking in the door, she screamed.
Hal, who'd been outside with Francis, who just came back for a visit, heard the scream and the both ran in.
"Oh my god, Malcolm!" Francis yelled and Hal collapsed to the ground.
Francis, the only one who wasn't paralyzed with fear, grabbed the note that had been tucked halfway into the dresser drawer.
"Dear family," it read, "I'm tired of the way everyone treats me. Mom, always yelling at me even when I don't do anything, Reese, always beating my up and getting me in trouble, Dewey, always selling me out. The only somewhat normal people in this family are dad and Francis, but they probably couldn't care less about what happens to me. I'll see you all in Hell. Malcolm."