Hater Players

'One! Two! Three!' The count was in steady but excited voices, no hint of nervousness showed. How could you be nervous if you knew your fate had already been predetermined? From the start they had decided on this path and that knowledge had been firm in their minds since that decision was made just over eight months earlier.
On the last count the fingers that gripped the triggers of the two guns pulled, bullets ripped through flesh and the two figures slumped to the ground side by side. The guns still held loosely in the hands of the now lifeless forms.
That was the end.
In those few seconds it was all over, their whole world finished in the time it took for the guns to be fired; in that incredibly short time the lives of two promising students were cut tragically short.
For them at least it was the end.

Did these two teenagers deserve to die? Is what they did so terrible or were their lives so bad that they couldn't bear to go on? They had their whole lives ahead of them and yet they chose the way out, almost as if they felt they had no other choice. At least they didn't die alone.
The friendship between the boys had always kept them going in the past; always got them through even the toughest times, always staying strong, right to the end. Through thick and thin, bad times and good where one stood the other was right beside them. When one turned the other was there ready to back them up. Throughout the whole time they knew each other if either of them faltered they need only to look across at the other for the reassurance they needed to go on. Any doubts that may have crossed their minds were soon dispelled by the knowledge of the other being near at hand, ready to go through exactly the same. They were never alone; they had each other.
� Kiandra Riley 2004