Maxwell

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A young man, his name was Maxwell. He was so bright, so calm and happy. It almost seemed as if he was, too happy. Strange laugh and awkward smiles. His mood changed every hour of the day. It was peculiar how he changed emotions. One hour he would be happy, then the next he would be sad, emotionless almost.

Maxwell was quite the man when it came to the intelligent stuff, but at times he would just not speak. He was also the type to enjoy holocaust jokes and offensive humor. That's just him. But indeed Maxwell was bizarre but that never changed him. Same mood swings, same depression, same social anxiety.
That's until one day it all came to an end.
Maxwell was in his apartment, he had an argument with his Girlfriend. They fought all the time, secretly she used maxwell for sex and dated many other men that weren't him. She finally admitted to what she has done. Max was stunned. He was brought to tears. He couldn't take this anymore. He had this sudden mood change and he started to scream in th poor girl's frightened face.

Max's pupils shrunk as he reached for the gun on the table. He pointed it at the girl. Holding her at gunpoint. He had enough. His mind was damaged all this time. His mom didn't care, his dad was never around, his brothers and sisters never spoke, he was alone.
He fended for himself with all of his dad's stuff that he had.
Maxwell had brain damage all this time.
With his finger on the trigger he was shaking profusely getting ready to pull it. Then he realized, if i don't do this, she will call the police... but do i deserve this??
His whole body shook like an earthquake, you could see him sweating, he grit his teeth, then dropped the gun. The girl looked into his eyes with a striking look of fear spread across her face.
Maxwell gestured to the phone, telling her to call the police. She was still frozen. At this point the man is calm. Too calm. He grabbed a couple of bottles of whisky and a bottle of cyanide pills. He poured about four pills in his hand, he took em all and he chugged both bottles of whisky before going brain dead and falling limp to the ground. His girlfriend screamed and called the police.

Maxwell died before they came, his cold dead eyes still held the look of sadness on his face, even after death...

At this point he could never be sad again.

And that was the story of maxwell..