บท 607: Guilt

Seconds continued to pass and Ezekiel's mother started to inch towards her son while sobbing profusely. Her shrill wails could be heard from outside this house and just based on the mutterings we could hear, people have started to gather around us, not only from the gunshot we heard earlier.

No one stopped her as she cradled her son but the blood from the gunshot wound Ezekiel sustained kept pouring out over and over. It started to pool under them and it began to seep on her clothes but all she did was try to hopelessly call out to him.

"Oh my god- Ezekiel! Ezekiel! My… Ez- My so- W-Why… Why did y-you- WHY?! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! THAT WAS JUST A PICTURE! A PICTURE! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY SON~! MY POOR SON!!!"