[WP] "We have to leave him behind! He isn't going to make it!" ... that was 10 years ago. They didn't think you'd survive. You did. And now it's time they found out.

John looked at me as if i was an alien from another planet. He just sat there. Mouth open. He didn't even stand up. Lazy twat. "We...We..thought..." I cut him off, "That I was dead? I am dead. To everybody I ever loved and cared about." someone slowly creeped into the room. The light shone on his face. It was him. The poor excuse of a man that left me behind. I grabbed his jacket and forced him up to the wall. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "You greedy, lying rat!." I screamed "bu...but that explosion should've killed you" He struggled to get his words out. I laughed in his face "Well it didn't. You looked at me. You saw me limping out of that place and what do you do? Drive off. My family think i'm six foot under. My wife probably remarried and my son will never know me. You are the reason I have had to live in poverty for the past 10 years, you fucking cockroach!" "I'm sorry, man." He started crying. John was still looking at both of us. "An apology isn't good enough, sunshine. You want to know what happened?" I didn't give him a chance to reply. I pulled my jacket back to reveal my fake hand. "The cartel came. They hacked my hand off and they threw me out of a moving truck. I walked 9 miles to the hospital and for the past 10 years i've been living on the streets." "fuck, fuck, fuck!" more tears were going down his cheek "Get on your knees." i said quietly "what?" "get on your fucking knees!" he got down. I pulled out a revolver from my pocket. "Please, Don't" his voice was croaking and he shut his eyes. I stared at him. expressionless. I put the revolver to his head. I started to laugh. I'd finally get my revenge. I pulled the trigger. The shot momentarily deafened me. It probably deafened John too. It echoed through the hallway. The body fell to the floor. Motionless. For the first time in 10 years, i felt happy. John was in the corner. It sounded like he was calling out for his mum. I look at him. "John" I said angrily "Pl..p.please don't kill me, I won't say a thing" "Remember me. Remember what i did!" I threw the gun on the floor and walked to the door. I started to snigger to myself. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel pain and suffering. I had closure. Knowing that he was dead. I lit a cigarette and walked into the night.

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