Regretful wishes

I really loved having a big family since life was never boring and I knew I would never have to be alone. That also meant moving into a bigger house, unfortunately I am the youngest.

Being the youngest has its perks out of 6 kids but that also leads me to having the basement as a room. Though it wasn't too much of a bother since it was bigger than the actual bedrooms.

The basement was a giant room with 2 doors leading to smaller rooms. One room led to the laundry room while the other led to a very old water well.

It was a pretty cool discovery at first but even being a guy, I did not like all the bugs cluttering the space around the well. I tended to avoid the room all together.

Another let down of being the youngest was the fights. We would fight quite often and over the smallest things.

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I closed my eyes as I listened to my siblings yell across the table at one another and my mom. I tried blocking it out to no avail.

I threw down my spoon and got up from the table and walked to my room. I didn't want anyone to come after me so I went into the room with the well and locked it.

I didn't care about the bugs right now. I simply needed peace. I slid against the well and rubbed away the tears that started to fall down my cheeks.

"I wish I didn't have to deal with this," I said to myself, thinking out loud. I sighed and leaned my head against the well.

I looked around the room finally noticing a small pistol on one of the shelves against the wall. I walked over and picked it up and sat back against the well, admiring it. There wasn't much else to do.

I sat there for a long time, finally setting the gun back before I decided to head back to my room. I went over to my bed and checked my phone.

I had sat in that room for longer than I thought. It was almost midnight and all my family would be asleep by now. I got a wave of anger as I thought about it again.

"I wish I didn't have to deal with this." That sentence replayed in my head several times until I was boiling again. Something inside of me told me to do something about it.

I ran upstairs and headed outside to the shed. I grabbed 2 gas cans and walked back into the house, making sure everyone was asleep.

I lugged the can around each room creating a trail throughout the whole house. I brought the trail by every door, to the kitchen and through the living room.

I took the second can and poured it on everything in sight before walking outside. I held the front door open as I lit a match and threw it into the gas.

I took off running away and watched as the whole house came to life. I watched it burn. Everything and everyone, burning away.

I suddenly shot up, hitting my head against stone. My vision was blurry as I looked around me. I was still in the well room. I had fallen asleep.

I ran upstairs and everything was fine and normal. I went back to my room before I noticed something strange. There was red under the door of the well room.

Suddenly I had a bad gut feeling. I slowly opened the door and looked inside to see my body laying on the floor, a gun in my hand and blood everywhere.