User blog comment:MichaelDiaz101/Bully RP/@comment-2218058-20110620220750/@comment-2218058-20110621043700

The pain intensified. I gripped the handle of the revolver even tighter. "You have no idea whats wrong, go away." I said in a low and angry voice. I glared at this young man and my rage seemed to transfer itself to him instead of everything else. Anger took over me. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" I yelled at him. I squeezed the trigger of the revolver and pain hit my foot and I fell to the ground. I cried out in frustration and before I blacked out I could see this young man looking down at me.