The Burden Of Madness The man looked at himself in the mirror and sighed; it had been a while since he'd seen a mirror, and seen himself. His former #life had been tough on him, causing him to look more aged than he should for a man of 30. The sight of himself shook him to the core, he reminded himself of his father; the man who he once despised more than anyone or anything. Thoughts of his family flashed through his mind, his ex wife and his children, whom he held so close. They would all be old now, he mused. Smiling at the thought of his family growing up, he moved slowly away from the face of his father's shadow and slumped into his tattered and torn arm chair. When he sat the room fell silent as he pondered on the pain of them being without him; not having him there for being a father. His hand reached down to the side of his chair, then crawled underneath the seat to find the cold metal of the gun he kept there. He put the gun to his head, cocked the trigger and muttered 'I'll be with you soon children...'