Well kiddos, it's another Crystal-Creation. I'm not too sure how you'll all react to this one, but I think it's alright...definitely different from anything that I've ever written, that's for sure. This story was inspired by a morbid mindset, hours of caffinated hyperactivity and too much free time. I hope you enjoy it.
The Farewell Performance
By: Crystal Tillery
The audience was anything but silent as he walked with determination up to the stage. The fact that he would have to sing in front of his unruly peers didn't faze him a bit. As he climbed the five steps to the stage, he reviewed in his mind the words to his song.
Standing in front of the sea of people, he looked out onto the faces of the children with whom he had attended school for as long as he could remember. There was Joe, who had made it a point to be as annoying as possible to everyone each and every day of his life. And the boy saw Katy, who had made it clear that she despised him, and did her best to make him feel inferior.
He also saw his teachers who, despite his hard work, always seemd to alienate him from the other students using criticism and unfair judgement. He also saw his parents from whom he carried physical and emotional scar tissue.
But that was all in the past. His farewell performance today would solve everything that had been hurting him.
He took a deep breath, and began to sing his song. As he sang, even his worst enemies could clearly see the pain that was etched in his face, and feel through his voice the perpetual agony that he had suffered. He sang out loud and clear, his voice resounding off the walls of the auditorium. With each word, the students and faculty were thrown further into a slow realization of the boy's pain, but it wasn't enough..
Even to the end of the song, the chattering students had neglected to take notice of the gun he toted in his hand. As he sang the last note of the song, he raised the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.
The shot rang out as blood sprayed onto the front row of the audience. Everyone was immediately slammed into stunned and repulsed silence as his now lifeless body fell to the floor with a satisfying thud. A scream could be heard emenating from the rear of the auditorium. No one could move.
He looked almost peaceful, lying there in his own blood. No one would ever harm him again.