When I was a child my father shot himself dead. I was the one who found his body. I am a grown adult now and will never forget the image of him lying there the blood gushing out. I have felt so many things towards him over the years. Now all I feel is anger. He was a coward to leave his family like that. The scariest part is I am so much like him. At least if I go few would miss me and no one would be left behind who depends on me.