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So Long
By Jude

 

Flashback

"Mikey?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever thought about end----,"
"Woah, look at the time. I gotta go, Gee." He ran out the door too fast. He didn't even say
good-bye. I started crying. It felt like my whole world was falling apart. Pathetic, right? Well, it
hurt anyway.

END

"Why did he do it?" I groaned to myself, squeezing my eyes shut and leaning my head back.
"Do what? What did he do to you?" He asked calmly, but you could tell he was worried. I opened my
eyes and looked at him.
"Nothing." The counciler looked more worried.
"You need to tell me if he did something bad to you. Did he?" I laughed.
"Fuck yes." I said, my eyes starting to water.
"What did he do?"
"It's not like you can change the past. And the future is written out for us." The counciler was
frustrated, I could tell.
"Could you please tell me?" He asked, surpressing anger.

Flashback

"I'm getting ready. It'll all be over soon, Frank."
"What will be over soon?" He looked up from his guitar and stared at me like a female deer caught in
headlights. I looked beyond him.
"Just know that I won't be answering my phone tomorrow." I jumped out of the tree house, leaving him
bewildered. He, like all the others, didn't notice what was going on. They were too blind. But I
just hoped my best friend would have gotten a clue.

END

I rubbed my temples to keep from crying, then I looked out the window.
"What did he do?"
"He gave up."

Flashback

It took all my strength to make it home that night and not cry. My world was falling and I was
crushed under the weight it held. After having a shitty day of school, I got held back in gym class
by some of my classmates. As it turns out, the son of a bitch up in heaven you call God kills people
off everyday. So, thank you god, for pushing me that one last step I needed. Just count three
seconds and someone in this world is dead.

END

"Who gave up?" I excused myself from the chair and ran out the door.
My parents both stood up, attempting to say "Son, how did it go? Were you nervous?" This wasn't a
fucking audition, if they'd noticed. This was about my best friend who was alive in my tree house
about two weeks ago. Who's laugh made the day bright. Who's drawings made you amazed. Who's poetry
made you feel like you were in the presense of Edgar Allen-Poe. Who's voice made you jealous. Yet
out of all the people, he was found dead in his room with a handfull of pills and a bottle of
booze.

Flashback

A storm started and I looked at the sky. It was dark and the rain clouds were moving in. Lightening

"Do what you want! I don't care anymore!" I said with no emotion. "But will you see my funeral? Will
you watch my scars as they carry me away? The ones that you've left on my empty body." I chuckled.
"I'm not afraid of death. Not anymore. I've seen the true color of this world and I'm not the least
bit afraid of it nor am I of you. But I'd rather go to hell with room for new scars and leave the
old ones behind."

END

I can't believe he did that. I was there for him. He didn't tell me anything. He needed to tell me,
I swear I could've made it better.

Flashback
Journal: Suicide Letter. October 31st

It never occured to me what a meaningful song 'Adam's Song' was. I related to it and I liked it. In
fact, I liked it so much I played while I swallowed those pills. Funny thing death is. What it can
do to a person. Let's hope I can hear my eulogy, god knows what that will be like. Haha, I guess
this isn't a laughing matter, but I wanna die laughing instead of crying. I've done enough of that.
When you find me you will have turned off Adam's Song, since it will be on repeat and rush to check
my breathing. I even made it convienant for you guys in my suicide note to say how many pills I took
so they wouldn't have to cut me open. Suicide. Wow. I really wrote it. Big moment here. My hand is
trembling as I write. I can barely hold the pencil. The water stains in this journal are my tears,
if you were wondering. When you find me lying here, I should have two pills in my left palm,
swallowed seven of the same type, and a bottle of Vodka, yes that's right it was a full bottle and
yes, I was the one who stole it from your room, Mikey. Not that dog. Funny, you believed me though.
We did have good times, Mikey. I know, we didn't get close over the years, and I annoyed you and
stole your stuff, I'm sorry. I'm truely sorry. For everything. Mom, I wish you could have been here
more, but you weren't. We used to have fun and I don't think I can predict your reaction to...this,
but believe me everyone, she'll act calm and responable like she always does, then one day, Mikey
will ask her something, like where the charcoal is for his art project and she'll snap. Like a twig.
Dad, you will never find out about me because you are on a "Buisness Trip", but let's be honest,
Father. I know your secret and I don't blame you. I'd wanna get away from this family too, hey wait.
Isn't that what I'm doing? Don't worry, a dead man can never tell a tale so your secret is safe with
me. I promise.
Frank, look, man, you were a stupid, idiotic, selfish friend, but I love you. You were my best
friend and I always envied you. You had amazing talent on the guitar, you could cheer me up almost
everyday and you knew me so well. Not well enough, though. I'm sorry to everyone for all the pain
this might cause you, but it would have been more painful to stay alive.

Frank, I'm sorry. What a birthday present this is, huh? Forgive me, please. You know what, I'm going
to Hell anyway so you don't have to forgive me, but it would be nice. If your wondering why I chose
October 31st, it's because everyone is out of the house and I'm all alone. I'm about to swallow
those little white pills. Brace yourselves. Affects start 15 minutes after the pills. The pills are
Ecstasy and I'm taking seven and that should do it. I'm also using Vodka instead of water to help me
swallow these little pills. So, bye everyone. I'll see you in my next life...maybe.

 

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