Tragedy clad in sorrow

“Don’t do it! Please, don’t, I’m your only child, I’m your only son...” The boy had begged him, clutching onto a bag. Yet, the only response he got was the last he’d ever hear.

“I would believe you but, I don’t know you.” He had replied, cocking the gun.

Bang.

The body had dropped dead onto the hardwood floor, the blood painting it red, dripping into the contents inside of the bag.

Bloodstained, they had read,

Aricept

Symptomatic treatment of mild to moderate Alzheimer’s.