| Written: 12:04 AM August 14. 2003 The clock on Jame's desk glowed the time 12:42. His room was dark, and the only sound to be heard was his whimpering. He sat on his bed crying- he had had enough though his life. When he was two, his parents had abandoned him, because they no longer loved, nor wanted him. Now, no one loved him either. He had no friends, and he had no family. His adoptive family didn't care for him much. He could stay out as late as he wanted, and they didn't care. They even told him not to be careful on his way home. He knew no one loved him. He was ready for death. He thought of his childhood and how children made fun of him. He started to cry. It hadn't changed since he went to high school. He was picked on. Everyone laughed at him. Even his teachers. how f**ked up is that? he thought. He had never really had any friends. Once he did, but they moved away. They never called either, so he figured she didn't care. He had enjoyed her presence, he had been so nice to her. How could she forget him? He blocked her name from his mind. He didn't want to bear with the fact that his only true friend left and never tried to talk to him. No one loves me, he thought, and believed no one ever would. He had saved the little allowance he had gotten to buy the gun he now held in his hands. He wanted to end his life, so he did. He put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through his skull and brain, killing him instantly. The gun's fire rang throughout his house. His adoptive parents ran up the stares to see what happened. Their faces were full of shock when they opened the door. Their adoptive son lived no more. His "mother" burst out in tears and fell to the floor. She felt agony, and pain from Jame's death. Several days later, they were going through his stuff. They found his yearbooks, and while going through them, found that throughout them all, only one had a signature, from his only friend Liz, who had moved off some time ago. It had her number, so his parents decided to call it. Her parents still lived there, but Liz had moved off. They asked for her number now, and got it and they called Liz herself. She answered the phone happily, and let out a cheery hello to Jame's parents. His parents introduced themselves. She expected something to be wrong by their tone of voice. They told her the news. Liz's voice cracked as she got choked up. She started to cry over ther phone. She fell to the floor, knowing her friend had died. After the call, she hung up the phone and cried more. She went to his funeral the next day, as she took a flight to his home. She visited his grave, and put some flowers on his casket. Liz stayed with his parents for the night. She decided to stay in his room. She looked throughout his stuff. While going through some of his things, she discovered his journal. She knew she shouldn't look, but she wanted to know. She flipped through it to the last entry. She started to cry as she saw what he had wrote. 12:35 AM I think this will be the last thing I ever write. Sorry for everyone that reads this. I couldn't live anymore. I don't have any friends, well the one I had left. I miss her, but besides that, there was no one else. I'm not good at anything. Everyone yells at me. I don't know why? Could someone tell me why? Oh well, too late now I figure. I'll talk to you later. Its 12:42. She closed his journal and put it back where it was, and went down the stairs and walked to Jame's grave. When she got there, she collapsed and wept in pain. She cried and spoke to his grave. She apologized for leaving, and wish she would have know the he cared for her so much. It was too late though, she said, and cried more. She laid her head down, and continued to weep through the night. |
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