The Death Note by the CounterA Story by Ian FarawayThis is not my letter, this is just for people feeling like this, and for those who notice it.Dear Mom and Dad I’m writing this note to say a last goodbye. I’m not running away, in fact I’m not going that far. You’ll see me in a few days wrapped up in a body bag. Truth be told, I don’t think you’ll even notice what I’m doing. You didn’t know when things went wrong. You guys were always yelling at each other over this and that and I was stuck in the middle of it. It wasn’t always like this, was it? We use to be a family. I wonder if people forget the term. A family meaning everyone in the household leans on each other for support. It’s not that hard is it? It’s simple. But instead of leaning on each other for support, you two are making each other fall flat. Do you know that it’s killing me inside to see a once happy family….MY family, be torn. And while you two are just at each other’s throats. You didn’t notice that the move to this new neighborhood didn’t help me any. In the old neighborhood, I had friends to call and hang out with. But now, it’s not the same. You two drinking constantly and must have missed the group of kids picking on me. Taking my lunch money every day in school and then shoving me into lockers. No friends because of them. I use to be such a good student. Teacher’s pet and hit the ground running with grades. But now I sit in the corner of the classroom just drawing. It’s all I can do to just get away from reality. But even now it’s not enough. I found a temporary solution to the problem. And you can find the blood stains around the house and if you look closely, it’s on the knives as well. I was a loner in a foreign land with no back up. No support from the people I use to love to come home to. But then you two started fighting and drinking and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t want to face school, I didn’t want to go home to face a beating for no reason, and there was no one to call for help. My world so perfect was shattered in billions of pieces. And it started with you two. But now it will end with you two and everyone else. I’m sick of it and I’m getting my escape. So with this letter of farewell and last words, I jump off this building knowing that my pain will be gone. And I’m leaving you two to suffer with all my burdens. I know you won’t miss me but I will miss the old days, Your son © 2010 Ian FarawayAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 5, 2010 Last Updated on August 5, 2010 AuthorIan FarawaySomewhere, NHAboutIan Faraway is simply a pen name and is not my actual name. Here are a few things to note: 1. If you need me to read anything you've written, please feel free to PM me. Also, let me know if you.. more..Writing
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