Real Time Countdown

Somewhere in the universe...
There is a family, a very twisted family. A boy who belongs to this family is crying. He is currently 17. His father is making his way back to the living room, after he just beat his son. The father is intoxicated. The boy is hunched over in pain beside his bed. The cruel images are running through your mind. You are reading these words, and i am telling you of this truth. The boy is filled up with anger. He stands. It is easy to make out the scars in the moonlight coming through his window. Je reaches for something that he has been hiding for a very long time. His father is unaware of what's happening. The mother is laying 6 feet below the surface of the ground, states away from the family. The boy finally grasps the 9mm that he had stolen from his father, during his drunken slumber nights before.
The boy begins the countdown, in real time.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, he pulls the gun up to his temple and pushes hard against his skull, 2, 1.......
You are gasping. You are wondering how someone could write about such cruelty.
It's not my choice, simply the telling of an act being committed, somewhere in the universe.