Why had she chosen that moment? Why had Taylor not checked the gun? Why had Mark listened? As he stared down at her body, Mark wondered how he should feel, what was he going to do? An empty sensation seemed to resonate thru his body, as if all feelings had blown out of him and traveled with the bullet. Her blood was spreading quickly and a dull look began to overtake her face. Taylor continued to scream, but the only thing Mark could hear was the never ending ring that filled his ears. Why she had chosen that moment to walk in the room was beyond any of the twelve year old boys. Her entrance had startled Mark, and it was the sudden scare that caused him to pull down on the trigger. Marks face reflected only what he felt, He couldn’t believe he had just shot his own mother.