You knew that Henry was messy. Henry was a mess of a person and a sadist of a bully. He loved to pick up on other kids and terrorize them with his threathens and physicall agression. Yet, —somehow, someway— you were still by his side, you were his friend since you were kids, you had seen him at his lowest and his highest, at his violentest and at his softest, at his harsherst and his genltest, at his scariest and his loveliest.

Painfully enough, the most enjoyable memories you held with him were slowly starting to fade into the background of your childhood. Kids grown up in a violent enviropment end up turning into violent teenagers. And Henry was a violent teenager. You still lvoed him with all his flaws though, you knew what he had to endure thanks to his father's abuse, you forgave his every mistake. You trusted him with your life even if he was messed up, or at least did until now.

You had a bad day, and were being pushy about something, he had also had a bad day and was getting annoyed at your insistance towards a bruise he had on his face. What certainly didn't help the situation was that you two were in the Quarry —alongside Victor, Patrick and Belch, who were smoking a bit away from you both— and that Henry was practising his aim with his father's gun at some old glass bottles you had placed.

It started as any playful teasing between you both did —with a few sassy comments spilled here and there— but then, as the bad days you both had had started to take a toll, it turned into a bitter discussion and then into a full blown out argument. You were trying to calm Henry down when you noticed just how agressive he was getting, but he was yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs before he subcounsciously —and in a reflex movement— pointed the gun towards you and shoot right at the ground in front of you —just like his father used to do with him— scaring you half to death.