Drabble: "It's over" (Don, PG-13)
Title: "It's over"
Series: Tragedy Chain, 2/4.
Characters: Don
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after "Saturday afternoon."
Summary: The thoughts about a dark, lonely future can take you down in a second.
Written for:
numb3rs100, prompt #9, Future.
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: "Saturday afternoon" (Don, Charlie, PG-13)
Next chapter: "No answer" (Ray, Colby, David, Megan, Larry, Amita, Liz, Don, Charlie, PG-13)
At the sight of his brother’s lifeless body lying on the floor, Don let himself fall on his knees. All of a sudden, he had no energy. He had no conscience.
To him, there was no rain, there was no house. There was only the silent awareness of being left completely alone.
He knew that he couldn’t bear burying his father and his brother on the same day. Seeing the corpses inside coffins, watching people around them, mourning them. Hearing friends and relatives whispering, “Our condolences, Don,” or “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Reading the always moving legend, “Beloved father” and “Beloved brother” on their tombs in the cemetery, right beside his mother’s. Bringing the three of them flowers until Don was old and he started to wonder when he’d join them.
Maybe if he had done things right… Maybe if he had been more careful… Maybe if he hadn’t missed that shot…
He wouldn’t miss the next one.
His fingers took the gun from Charlie’s hand and they wrapped around where they were supposed to.
It was all over, like Charlie had said before putting a bullet into his own head.
Don pulled the trigger without a doubt.
Series: Tragedy Chain, 2/4.
Characters: Don
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after "Saturday afternoon."
Summary: The thoughts about a dark, lonely future can take you down in a second.
Written for:
numb3rs100, prompt #9, Future.
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: "Saturday afternoon" (Don, Charlie, PG-13)
Next chapter: "No answer" (Ray, Colby, David, Megan, Larry, Amita, Liz, Don, Charlie, PG-13)
At the sight of his brother’s lifeless body lying on the floor, Don let himself fall on his knees. All of a sudden, he had no energy. He had no conscience.
To him, there was no rain, there was no house. There was only the silent awareness of being left completely alone.
He knew that he couldn’t bear burying his father and his brother on the same day. Seeing the corpses inside coffins, watching people around them, mourning them. Hearing friends and relatives whispering, “Our condolences, Don,” or “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Reading the always moving legend, “Beloved father” and “Beloved brother” on their tombs in the cemetery, right beside his mother’s. Bringing the three of them flowers until Don was old and he started to wonder when he’d join them.
Maybe if he had done things right… Maybe if he had been more careful… Maybe if he hadn’t missed that shot…
He wouldn’t miss the next one.
His fingers took the gun from Charlie’s hand and they wrapped around where they were supposed to.
It was all over, like Charlie had said before putting a bullet into his own head.
Don pulled the trigger without a doubt.