100 Years of Solitude

by Logan Parker

They are a family, if perhaps a little broken. A series of snapshots of the lives of the Curtis brothers' and their friends from scenes throughout the book. May contain violence and language in later chapters. Now complete.

7. Chapter 7

Scene 7

It was empty. Unloaded. Useless in almost every aspect. Except suicide. Except murder. Except self-defense. In these areas it was perfect. It was the plan. It was the way he wanted it. And Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.

Except once.

Standing in the corner of a room screaming "Goddamn it" like there was no tomorrow. And there wasn't. Not really. Not for him. For him there was one last plan. One last stunt that would end his existence. At seventeen.

Seventeen is too young to vote. Too young to drink. Too young to go to war. But not too young to die- crumbling under an interrogating streetlight like a famished refugee.

Voices yelling in background to stop. To please God stop because he was "just a kid". But he wasn't. He was a little bit more than that.

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Author's Note: Dallas Winston is my favorite character. This is probably the shortest chapter because of that too.