You'd never knew what pain he was in. You'd never expect him to fail. You never gave a damn about him. But what if he faded away, and never came back? How would you feel then? I'd feel guilty as Hell. Infact, let me tell you his story- so you can feel his pain as well. It started when he turned 18, that winter December morning. He woke up to the smell of blood outside his window and said, "I'm finally an adult. I can do as I please now.". Not knowing that this will be his time. Looking in his mirror, he saw the scars he had. Ever since his mothers' death, he's never been the same. Walking out the door and into his car, he needed a long drive to drift away. Drift away from his thoughts, about his mother. He didn't mean to do what he did.. Snow starts to fall, as he drove faster. He wanted out. Forever. He knew a place, where there was a bridge with deep water. Was that how he faded you wonder? Good guess, but no. He didn't want to drown to death, he wanted something he was used to.. Enough with the driving, he heading home. Pulling into the driveway, his family's at the door. They tell him to come inside and have a 'birthday dinner'. As everyone was there, he sat in place and said nothing. The thought of his mother came to his pounding head. If he wasn't out that night, she would still be here, with him on his birthday. As he stared off, his Aunt called him to pass the salt. Passing it, someone bumbed into the table, making a knife fall to the floor. As he saw it fall, he bends over, picks it up, and walks away. Heading to his room, he stops and looks back. He didn't want to, but it was his time. Shuting the door, he sat down on his bed, taking the knife out. He placed it on his bed as he took off his shirt. Picking it back up again, he looked out the window- the smell of blood was back. "This is my time. I'm sorry mother, for that aweful night. I didn't mean to drink so much.. And I didn't see you. Please forgive me." he said, as he took the knife and stabed himself in his stomach. Falling to the floor, he bled till his death. When I found out the news, I didn't know what to do with myself. For weeks I was a mess, untill the one month came. I knew I couldn't of done what he had, but I loved him.. I loved my best friend- and I hope he's happy now. His time was too short for him to leave.. That is his story, and I now know what his pain was like, and I have saved many lives from telling it. I hope I saved you, tonight.
10/13/2003
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