To Go Home
He goes
home. Maybe home is not the right word to describe it though. Yes it is the
place he resides but a home is where you are supposed to feel loved and as if
you belong. There, he does not feel either if those. Once he enters, the
yelling begins.
“Why are
you late?” followed by a slap to the face by his father, who has the scent of
alcohol on his breath. “Get you chores done and no dinner.”
He does not
complain though for this is not new. In fact it is a regular occurrence.
Bruises cover him and his stomach growls. He lives alone with his father.
At school
it is not much better. He is bullied from the moment he enters the school
grounds. Picked on for being week and small. Being told to kill himself. He
has few close friends.
As he lies
in bed, he wonders why he could not end it.
He does not
go home. Even though he would not think it, his father is sad, his only son
gone. He turns to the bottle, drinking more than the already unhealthy amount
he was previously, to drown his tears. Something that will eventually kill
him.
Those who
bullied him feel terrible. They meant it as a joke, not for him to actually
do it. His friends take it the worst. He put on a face and said he was okay,
so they never knew until it was too late. They wish they would have been
there for him, that they would have known, so that maybe they could have done
something to prevent it.
One of his
closest friends was depressed before this happened, and it was too much for
her. A few weeks pass and she is found in a park with a rope around her neck.
This much
harm is done when he does end it.
He stands
on the railing of the bridge. He sees the water flowing below, knowing that
if he would jump from here, it would kill him. But he questions if he should.
If he
should go home, or end it. |