Tied to a chair, ropes digging into your skin. Emptiness and a heart wrenching tone. "I killed them." Mikey said, blankly.

As your eyes gazed upon the Mikey you once knew who used to glisten with joy and happiness had changed so much in twelve years. For your heart was aching, the gun press onto your forehead. Nothing to say as his finger slid into the trigger, pressing it without any remorse. Your life had ended. Until, you gasp for air, and sat up in your old bed horrified.