Falling Stars

Frank woke up panting and crying. He covered his mouth, trying to stifle the sobs but failing. Frank grabbed the wheelchair beside his bed and pulled himself onto it. Frank sighed and turned, wheeling himself into the bathroom. He leaned forward and turned the knobs on the tub, making the temperature just right. Frank shut the door and opened the drawer under the sink. There sat a gun waiting to be used. Frank grabbed it and sat it down right beside the tub. He hoisted himself up and slid into the bathtub. Frank grabbed the soap and washed his scarred, limp legs thoroughly before moving to his upper half. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair and made a noise of disgust. Frank washed his hair and unplugged the tub letting the dirty water go down the drain. He pushed himself onto the edge of the tub and grabbed a towel. He quickly dried off and put his clothes on.

Frank climbed back into his wheelchair and grabbed the gun off the floor. He wheeled himself into his bedroom and let out a choked sob as he looked at his picture of his family. His wife and daughters, grinning at the camera. Frank was past crying, his whole body shaking with choked sobs and ragged breaths. Anxiety welled up in his chest as the voices in the back of his hissed out painful words. ‘It’s your fault they’re dead. It should have been you who died not them. It’s your fault! ALL YOUR FAULT!” Frank screamed and smashed the picture, cutting his hand open as the glass broke.

Frank pushed himself out of the room and into the living room. He cocked the gun and shakily opened his mouth. Frank pushed the gun in and was about to pull the trigger when a sharp knock came from his front door. He quickly hid the gun in his sweatshirt pocket and rolled to the door. Frank frowned and unlocked the door. A clothes less man stood there covered in show and blood. Frank was about to slam the door when the man finally whispered. “P-Please...he-he-help.” The man collapsed onto Frank.

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