".....and i was so stupid. My apologies never will be enough to repair my
damage. You're an amazing woman, sorry if i hurted you. Kiss you child for
me every night before bedtime. I know he will be a good man. You're raising
him wonderfully.
Finally, this is to my brothers: Fieldy, Munky, Head and David. Please go on
with the band. Don't throw to the thrash our years of efforts for this. I'm
sure there's in some bar a guy who can replace me. If you don't keep on
together, i swear i will come back to kick your asses.
I love you all. Peace(something i'm finally going to find) Jonathan. PS:
Renee: please don't take Tommy (you know, that teddy bear) away from Nathan
to wash it. I know it's old, dirty and has no left eye. But our son loves it
with all his heart.
The image of his little boy hugging Tommy brought tears to Jon's eyes again,
falling over his letter. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed. He
breathed deeply, trying to calm down, bent his letter and left it over the
bed of the hotel room. He walked towards the window and opened it, inhaling
the fresh air and feeling it slapping his face. It felt fine. He watched at
his clock: 01: 42 a.m.
Moments after, he could feel the hard impact of his body against the
concrete.
10:30 p.m. Some miles away from the tragedy, 13 yr old Molly sat in a corner
of her room, with a purpose in mind. The stereo was playing Korn's "Daddy"
loudly. "Daddy". The song she could literally relate. Her father, her hero
used to beat and rape her everytime he had the chance. "Why, Why?" She asked
to him once, desperate, lying in the floor. He just smiled and gave her a
response she would never forget. "Why not?". And then kicked her in the
stomach with hate. Yeah, maybe she deserved it.
At least she had found in Jon Davis lyrics an escape. Korn was her fave
band, and she really loved him. He knew how painful life could be, and
taught her she could get over any tragedy. Molly admired his strength. He
had a fighter spirit.
Bullshit. All he said was bullshit.
She stood up and changed s/t cd for Issues. "Dead". Jon Davis actual state.
She cried. Her model of strength was gone. He just gave up because too
painful being an human being. Or maybe he was too tired to fight. She wiped
her tears furiously. He didn't deserved them.
"Falling away from me" flooded the room....."i can't always say, it's gonna be
better tomorrow". "Totally true" She thought. With his act, he told to her
there was no future to losers like them. She took the knife and put it
against her throat, closing her eyes.
"Liar!!! Fucking liar!!"
Then she gave up too.
by [South Central Rain]
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