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Emmett glared at him. "Are you having Mood Swings or something? Because I don't find this funny." And then he saw Tom hand him the gun, and leave. "I'm not going to kill myself. I can't, and I will not sink to your level." He spoke, knowing that Tom wasn't here, but he knew he would be watching. Emmett pulled the trigger, but aimed it at the ground. It made a hole. Emmett looked up at his sisters, and he didn't want to use the gun that killed his family. He threw it, and knelt down to his sisters. He closed their eyes, and moved their hair. Picking them up, and placed them in the car, grabbed Shelby, patched Alteriel up, hoping he was OK. He drove home, and was going to bury his sisters next to his parents. He didn't talk the whole drive, but his grip on the driving wheel was hard.
He parked the car, grabbed his sisters and a shove. He didn't care what anyone else did, he just wanted to be alone.
He parked the car, grabbed his sisters and a shove. He didn't care what anyone else did, he just wanted to be alone.