RIP David-F

About Suicide

The cold water hits me as tears run down my face. I'm crying over the loss of a friend even though it's been almost a year. I still remember the exact words my neighbor said that warm July morning. He came in my house and leaned on the couch and began asking me questions,

"You and Emily went to a party at the Ferrer's house a couple months ago right?" he said

. "Yeah" I responded

. "The young man's name was David?" he asked?

 "yup." I answered.

 "I believe he committed suicide last night."

  I sat there in silence staring at the T.V as he apologized for having to tell me the bad news. I couldn't move, I didn't know what to say so I sat there as tears started running down my face. Finally I worked up the nerve to go downstairs and break the news to my brother. When I got down there with tears streaming down my face he looked at me puzzled as I began to say

 "Nick, David killed himself last night"

 I watched my brothers face as he stopped what he was doing and just stared at the computer screen. We both had the same response.  I still remember that day like the back of my hand.

                As I wipe my tears and turn off the water I feel the need to go for a run. So I quickly get dressed and run out the door. I have no clue where I'm running to but my legs won't stop moving, I run for hours until finally I find myself at the park where it all happened.  I look around to see if anyone is around but no one is. So I sit down on the bench and begin to run memories of David in my head. I started crying once again and I found myself asking why.  I then began to say it out loud as if I was really talking to him.  All of a sudden it felt as if he was there sitting with me so I sat back and cried quietly. In fact I knew he was there he had to have been. It's like I felt his weight on the bench I sat on.

                After a long two hours of sitting at the park I began to walk home. In silence and every once in a while I look up at the sky. I know he's up there partying it up with god and having the time of his life.

We think of him in silence,
We always speak his name,
We have so many memories of him,
He tried everything to do his best,
Now let him rest,
Finally in peace,
Rest In Peace David Paul Ferrer

[Note-The poem at the end I did not write...and also this story is somewhat true but not all the way]

Author's Note

Ignore puctuation and grammer..I would just like to know if this is good, if it describes to you exactly how it felt? I wrote this about 2 years ago