Frank

Frank laid alone in his bed. It was the middle of the day, but he had to sleep so he could be awake for work in the evening. He had been working a night shift for some time now, but he had only been working as a temporary employee for the last eight years. He lived at home with his mother although he sometimes resented her presence. He should have been able to have his own place, but since his heart attack, he didn't have the money. He paid his mom the rent that he could be using on an apartment, and in return she left him alone and kept quiet when she disagreed with him.

He didn't like people who knew everything. His two daughters both thought they knew everything, but they didn't know much. He had gone to college to receive a two year degree, but Clare had forced him to drop out early because he didn't have time for her. He really resented Clare for everything that she had done to him. She took the house, kicked him out, wouldn't let him see the girls.

Thinking about all of  this, Frank felt a tightness in his chest. Alison only talked to him when she wanted money, and Nicole only talked to him- well, never. He felt the tightness in his chest tighten like a cord being wound tighter, and tighter, until it finally snapped.
Frank wouldn't have to think about things anymore.