The Broken & The Saved

A Story by Miele1228

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Waking everyday just to go through the motions. To be beaten down, and left with no chance of getting back up. Samson was on the verge of ending his life early, and he thought it was the only way out. He was no one, and one day he finally broke: While sitting in class, he was writing a poem, when someone came and took his notebook from him. It was Mike, Mike was the typical high-school jerk who though he was cool because he smoked and drank. As Mike took the notebook he said, "What the hell are you writin' f****t?" Infuriated Samson stood up and demanded his notebook back. "What are you gonna do about it b***h?" replied Mike. "I'm not looking for a fight' said Samson, 'I just want my book back." Mike laughed, "Who cares what you want? You're a loser, you're nobody! Why don't you just go kill yourself? Just do th-" "Why don't you stop being such a dick and leave him alone?!" came a voice out of nowhere. It was Claire, Samson's only friend. Mike turned around, "Excuse me?' he asked, 'Who do you think your talking to?" Claire walked up to him and said, "I think I'm talking to an immature little prick who feels the need to pick on other people to make himself feel better!" Mike punched her in the face, and Samson snapped. He jumped on Mike's back intent on taking him down, but Mike was much stronger than him, and easily flipped him off and started punching him. After about a minute, Mike saw security coming, he got up tore out the page that Samson was writing on and threw in the trash. Once security got there, they dragged Mike away and took Samson to the nurse. Claire, who had being helplessly watching all of it happen walked over to the trash and took out Samson's crumpled poem. As she unfolded and read it, she was shocked at what she saw:

“Nobody cares

No one will see

Why the f**k does this world need me?

No one would care

Everyone will see

How better off

This world is without me

I'm gonna end it all

This is the last thing I shall ever write

As I leave this world

Know that I leave with spite

Hatred for all of you

My life will end like a light!

My presence will linger

And leave you all in despair!

Why leave a note?

This poem is enough

But my one last will to tell

Is”

Mike had taken the notebook. Those words were playing over and over again in Claire's mind, she couldn't believe that Samson was about to commit suicide. She knew she had to do something, but what to do she had no idea.

Later that night Claire sat up in her up going over the poem again and again. While at the same time Samson was contemplating his suicide. He had re-written the poem, and took his fathers gun from the safe. Samson's parents loved him, and to relieve them the duty of finding him dead in his room, he took off into the woods. Going deeper, and deeper, until he found the spot that he would end his life. He rose the gun to his head, and pulled back the hammer, took a deep breath, and then his phone rang. It was Claire, and he decided that after what happened today that he should answer it, “Hello?” he said. “SAMSON!' came the reply, “I saw your poem and I thought you were really going to commit suicide!” she said. “Well actually I” she cut him off, “My youth group is meeting tonight... would you please come?” Samson was baffled, if anything he would want to spend his last night on earth with Claire, so he agreed to go. “Oh my gosh! Really? I was hoping you would!” she screamed, and then gave him directions. As soon as Samson walked into the church he was greeted with a kind of love and happiness that he had never seen before.

The youth group leader told everybody it was time to start the message for the night, and they all gathered in a room. The message was about hope, and how anyone who was a christian and who had accepted Jesus Christ into their lives could always have hope, because he was always with them. After the message was over, the leader asked if anyone attending the group tonight had not yet been saved, or in other words isn't a christian. Samson stood up alone, the leader said “It's never too late. At any moment you can be saved as long as you ask for it, but you have to mean it.” Samson said something that was barely above a whisper. “I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that.” said the leader. “I want it.” said Samson almost in tears. He fell to his knees to ask forgiveness for all he had done wrong, his thoughts of suicide and his actions, but the gun that was still concealed in his back pocket went off. Striking a major artery Samson fell to the ground.

Just minutes before this all occurred, Samson's mother had gotten home and went to his room to check on him. She had seen the gun missing, and found his poem on the bed, as she read the last few lines she collapsed on the ground in tears:

“But my one last will to tell

As I send my soul to hell

Is to tell the ones I love

Mom, Dad, and Claire

Yes, just the 3 above

I got this far because of you

And you meant the world to me

But now that I'm your better off

-S.C."

Samson Canstof.

© 2011 Miele1228

Author's Note

Nothinggg in this story actually happened in my life. It is completely 100% fiction.

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Lindsay

this story is amazing, you could really feel the pain and emptiness that Samson felt. i loved it because i can really relate to it, i actually wrote something very similar to the first part of Samsons poem when i felt depressed, i think this story could help a lot of people. great write :)