You're going down...

and so I am.

You told me that's were I was going...

And I know you're going to be there too.

Why?

I'll tell you why?

All those years you forced on to me...

The bruies you inflicted on to me...

Emotional damage was worse.

I cried so many times.

You kept on telling me...

I was going to hell.

One day I had enough.

That's why I shot you.

Right in the head.

The reason why...

Wasn't because you abused me.

No, the real reason was...

To make sure you were going to hell.

That way I know I'll be there too.

When I do get there...

If you thought the Devil was bad..

I am going to be worse.

Welcome to Hell.

I'll see you there.