A thing for generalizationA Story by MoperWas it our fault you got to that state? No. You chose to be quiet. We are not psychics, we're only human. I say all this but I fail to accept the reality of what has happened. The story took a turn for the worse, the absolute worst. My eyes can cry no more. 'Has it already been a week already?' I look around my surroundings to see a couple of my friends, all huddled up
together and just sleeping. His Mother and Father just staring with dead eyes
at the casket in front of them. Relatives providing tea and snacks for some of
the visitors. 'Depression kills' they said. I can't help but think that I just truly realized the meaning behind the
words now. That said, they don't tell you that it actually isn't just a snap of
a finger. It takes its time, much like how a predator patiently waits for its
prey. It eats you up inside to a point you stop caring not about what people
think, but about what you really feel. It confuses me. What would cause a person to just end it? What event would cause a person to just say to himself, 'I'm done. I quit' It makes no sense to me, especially the fact that this person was the most
cheerful person I know. He was a joker that can make everybody laugh. He was an
older brother to the young ones. He is always there when you need him, a person
you can run to when you have problems. He always helps out to the best of his
abilities anybody in need. So why? I can't help but be frustrated and angry as I look at his peaceful face. His
good-looking Owen Wilson-like face. It's really ironic when you hear it in movies, 'he looks like he's just
sleeping and he'd wake up if I just nudge him a bit.' but in reality, it
actually is true that it's scary. I'm scared to tap the glass and have him open
his eyes and look at me. 'You b*****d. Let me hit that face! I'll ruin it for you before you meet our
creator. I'm sure God will understand.' I snicker at my dumb thought, knowing
full well you'd probably have laughed to that. A tear. A stream of tears. It comes flowing down without warning. His laugh. His smile. His sense of humor. His kindness. My heart feels like it's being squeezed dry again. It hurts when you look at him in there. It hurts when you imagine tomorrow without him. But most importantly, it hurts to look in the mirror. Why wasn't I able to do anything for you? I thought we were best friends. Why didn't you talk to me? Why did you stay quiet? Why wasn't I able to see that you were hurting inside? Questions of regret and confusion haunts me every minute I think of you. You
just ended it all, leaving us with a sentence we will never truly understand
the meaning of... 'I hate you all.'
© 2017 MoperAuthor's Note
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