[ WP ] You wake up to find your 10 year old kid holding a gun to your head .

The morning sun pours through the window, obstructed by a familiar silhouette. 
 
 `` Hey... g'morning'' 
 
 My morning haze fades immediately. My eyes adjust and the chamber of the gun comes into focus. 
 
 `` Good morning, dad.'' 
 
 `` W-what are you doing? Why-'' 
 
 `` Do n't try to get out of this. You know exactly why.'' 
 
 `` It was a joke! Your friends laughed. Your mom laughed. Do n't do this. It's not worth-'' 
 
 He pulls the trigger. The next second takes a month. I feel his ammo as it hits my face. I feel the splatter against the sheets and walls. All I can think about is what this will do to my wife when she returns home and finds this scene laid out before her. 
 
 I wipe off my face and glare back at my son. 
 
 `` Now who's the bedwetter?'' 
 
 I chuckle and grab him. He screams and objects with a few sporadic giggles as I toss him into my shower, turn on the faucet, and lean against the outside of the door laughing like an idiot.
