Click.

Luca woke up to screaming. He reached for his gun... but it wasn't under his pillow, where it usually was.

Quickly he jumped up, scanning his room. Empty.

He searched for his gun, nowhere to be found.

Click.

The screaming turned into crying.

A man.

Click.

Luca tried opening his door. Locked.

He could hear the man begging for mercy.

Click.

The voice sounded familiar.

With a loud crack he knocked down the door, quickly running down the stairs.

The pleas grew louder and sounded even more desperate.

Click.

He ran down the seemingly endless stairs until he reached the bottom, quickly turning the corner to the kitchen where the pleas came from.

Click.

He saw three familiar faces.

His mother's, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood, gunshot to the side of her head. She looked so peaceful.

Suicide?

Click.

He saw his father's, he was on his knees, his hands folded as if he was praying, tears streamed down his face.

Murder?

Click.

He saw his own, he was standing there, his father's gun was pointed at the same man which bought it.

His eyes stared into nothingness, the color of them faded to grey.

Bang.

His father's body went limp and dropped to the ground. Another shot to the side of the head.

His other self looked at Luca for a moment. Emotionless.

He dropped the gun next to his father's corpse and walked over to the phone, ignoring Luca's shouts.

He picked it up.

"Hello? Yes, it's my father... he-he...he shot my mother and himself. I-I.... Yes... The address... I-... ██████. O-okay. Yes." he said, hanging up the phone, turning to Luca and smiling.

"They won't find out will they?" Luca asked

"No." Luca anwsered.

"This was your fault." Luca shouted

"Was it?" he asked.

"I hate you."

"So do I."