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Charlie · Level 23: Metal Slug **Posts:** 2337 **Timestamp:** Wed Feb 21, 07 7:24 PM

Ok, so I wrote this story thing in business class the other day when I was really really bored.

** NOTE** THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE!!!

My life was a happy one. I had everything a girl could ask for. Loving parents, best friends, a boyfriend that loved me. But one night changed everything. It was dark, of course, but it was cloudless, which is weird, because in the movies, whenever something horrible has happened or is about to happen, it's raining. Well, no rain, not even a single cloud marked this terrible moment in my life.
He'd had too much to drink, he was tipsy. People say he was drunk, completely wasted, but I know different. He still had most of his wits about him, he knew what was going to happen and when it was going to happen. It was my fault, really. I was supposed to be the designated driver, but Samantha had convinced me to have a couple beers. I don't normally drink, but it was her birthday, how could I say no to the birthday girl? So I had one...then two...then three...then four...next thing I knew, I was wasted. Mark, always the responsible one, saw I was drunk and stopped drinking. If only I had said no to Sam...been the responsible woman my mom always wanted me to be...But I'm not and I didn't. I can't change the past, but that doesn't mean I can't wish I could.
I still live with the pain and guilt of having killed my best friends. Anthony, Kaitlin, Mark...all dead because of me. Why was I the only one to survive? They died, why didn't I? It doesn't make sense to me. Mom and Dad know something is wrong. I tried to tell them once, but they didn't care. I realized after that, that they never really did care. They only pretended to. This realization hit me like a tonne of bricks. I cried so hard that night. I haven't spoken to anyone since. Not even Tony.
He left me yesterday. He told me I had changed. I didn't say anything, I only shrugged. He told me he couldn't stay with me if I continued like this, that I was dragging him down. I pleaded with my eyes. I could feel the tears coming and I fought them with everything I had. I'd done enough crying. He hugged me then. He kissed my cheek. He said he was sorry, that he really didn't want to do it, but he had to. Then he walked away. I let the tears fall then.
I went back to my house that day after school. It's not home to me anymore, it's just a building that provides shelter for me. My eyes were red and swollen. My parents were home, but they didn't say hi to me. They don't anymore and I don't care. I calmly went upstairs to my room and took out the knife that I had been hiding in my underwear drawer. The only place nobody but me goes. I stared at the cold, hard blade blankly. I knew what I had to do at that moment. If I wanted to pain and guilt to stop, I knew what had to happen. I lifted the blade and placed it against my wrist. I pushed hard and dragged it across my bare wrist. I saw the blood and knew it should hurt, but it didn't. I was numb to pain now. My legs felt weak so I sat on the floor. I was still staring at my bleeding wrist when my eyes closed. My hearing was growing weaker and weaker by the second as my blood pulsed from open wound on my wrist. I heard a scream from my mother. Then my father. Mom screamed at dad to call 911, but they both knew it was too late to do anything for me now. Too much blood had been lost. The last thing I felt before the darkness of death overwhelmed me was the tears of my mother falling on my cheek and I knew then what a mistake I had made. They loved me. Tony loved me. I had repelled them all since the accident. But the relief that came with death was much more than the faint glimmer of guilt at my suicide. There was no more over bearing guilt. No more pain for the loss of my friends. I could finally let them go. In my death, I found life.

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