User blog comment:Kittyfire/Random Topic Blogging!/@comment-1659929-20111211041344

Dont read this if your under 11 inless you know the effects of scetsoftania

142.Proud of You
'''WARNING: SOME THINGS IN THIS MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME. VEWERS ARE ADVISED.'''

"You know... Not once ! Not once did my old man ever tell me he was proud of me !" Cain threw his guitar down and kicked it. "I've been working my butt of all my life to please that son of a gun ! I win 3rd place at a state wide roping championship, He said I should of won first !" He threw down the trophy he had won. "I win 2nd at the talent show, he wasn't proud either !" He shattered that one. "I win a CMA ! He could care less !" He ran and grabbed the award and threw it against the wall it made a hole in the wall. "Maybe, if I had died, he'd be satisfied !" He threw a picture of him and Able to the ground.

He Trashed the place till he just started to cry.

He could here the voices in his head.

You know it hurts like hell, when a Cowboy cries..

"No, no, no !" He covered his ears.

Yea, he should of died ! A voice laughed.

The voices continued.

Cain laid on the floor.

They still continued.

Cain couldn't take it anymore. He shot up and ran to his kitchen. He reached up into the pill cabinet and took his pills. Two of them, he had to get the voices to stop.

He swallowed them and went and laid down on his couch. He drifted off..

"I'm proud of you.." A familiar voice said.

Cain imagined her face, her baby blue eyes and red hair. He smiled weakly.

This is where the cowboy rides away..

The voices seemed to be nicer now.

He closed his eyes, and drifted off.