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(Tim’s pov)
‘Dallas is dead’ Those words ring in my head, As I stumble into my room. Darry had called me to break the news. My face was red and puffy from crying, I felt weak crying over someone I wasn't supposed to care about, someone I knew would die young and violent. We all knew he would die like that, I knew he would do some fuck shit when Johnny died. I just can’t believe he was alive, breathing, talking some hours ago and now his dead body laid on the ground. I grabbed the pistol I had hidden and loaded it. I point it at myself but before I can do anything Curly walks in sobbing. He freaks out when he sees me.
“TIM! PLEASE NO” He yells out and I freeze slightly, Tears are running down my face but I don’t drop the gun, Instead I pull the trigger.
BANG
The gun goes off and I fall to the ground, limp and dead. The last thing I hear before I die is curly sobbing and yelling at someone.
I feel at peace now, Nothing hurt and I know I'll see dallas again.