He was tired of his life at home. The constant fighting and arguing was beginning to bee too much for him. All he wanted when he came home was peace...serenity...tranquility. But no, that was too much to ask for. Instead he met voices, LOUD voices, yelling at him, screaming at him, sometimes appearently for no reason at all. At times, he swore that they would sit and wait for his arrival, just so they can dump their problems on him. Why? Why is it that he can't have the warm, welcoming home he so desperately desired? He doesn't know. But he does know that he can't show his hurt. He can't let them see that he really DOES feel their words when he pretends to brudh them off like meaningless specks of dust. Because if that happened, well, they would win, and that CERTAINLY cannot happen. It MUST not happen. So all he does is pretend to ignore them. And when they REALLY begin to get to him, he yells back at them, like a roaring lion in the jungle, promulgating his dominance. But unfortunatelyhe doesn't know any better. he doesn't realize that by yelling, he's already sunken to their level. And because they're lions too, they roar right back at him, leaving him damned to bicker with him even further. It's sad actually. All he desired was love...affection...but instead, all he seemed to see was anger...aggression. And when the yelling wouldn't work, when he couldn't ignore them any longer, when he can JUST feel the tingle of the tears welling up beneath his eyes, the thought of ending it all did not seem so bad at all. To him, if he ended it, ended his life, if he made teh one action, the one decision, the one THOUGHT which they couldn't control, well, then that meant they couldn't TOTALLY control his life, that meant that HE would get the last laugh, not them. And finally, just like he wished, just like he desired,he'd FINALLY get his rest and peace.......