He looked out the window which overlooked the quiet forest. Rain  
quietly fell down onto the window , creating a soft and peaceful  
enviroment. He jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of old worn out  
jeans and paced around his room.
 
The silence bothered him. He was used to his parents fighting with one  
another. Pacing back to his window and glanced out. He noticed that  
the family car was gone, which means one of the parents had left.
 
Taking a deep breath, he twisted his doorknob and opened his door. No  
snoring came from any direction of the hallway. Assuming his father  
passed out on the couch from drinking too much, he walked down the  
creaky stairs to the living room.
 
He stood at the bottom stare, wide eyed, gaping at the scene before  
him. There, on the couch, was his mother, with a single gun shot wound  
to her head. And there, on the floor, was his father, with his brains  
blown out, revolver on the floor beside him.