Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

He walked the earth alone. Alone, depressed. Single. He had no one to turn to, he dealt with the pain alone. Every night he struggles to sleep. The thoughts of just ending it, ends of killing him in the future.

Every day, he gets driven to school by his abusive dad. Always arriving to school with a black eye and a bloody nose. All the kids make fun of him cause he couldn't defend himself. He never had friends. He only had one crush. That was actually his only friend. They hung out all the time during lunch, but the next school year; she moved. That's when his depression and suicide became worst.

Teachers noticed, but never did anything. He was truly alone. No one helped him. No teachers. No friends. No parents. No one.

Home he was beaten. Verbally and physically. He was always put down by his mom by her words. She always said he's worthless. He sits there and listens. His dad beats him. Broken nose, bruised arms, swollen eyes, broken arms and legs. At this point he felt no pain. Physical and emotional.

One day. Getting out of his dads car, with a bloody nose; he saw a girl. A cute, short, blonde hair girl. Freckles. His heart skipped a beat. In the background his dad was yelling at him. The boy ignored him and walked to class. The girl noticed him, she waved and smiled; he waved back. The girl, Christina, talked to the boy. First person since Evelyn left. For the first time in years, the boy smiled.

The boy began taking the bus, ever since he found out that Christina rode the bus. Everyday for a month she watched him get bullied on the bus.

Finally, the girl stood up for him. The bullying ended, but things remained the same at home.

The boy and the girl hung out everyday at lunch and after school. The boy laughed and smiled for the first time since Evelyn left. He enjoyed going to school, he wore sleeveless shirts, exposing his cuts. He tried in school again. Christina brought life back to the boys dead droopy life again.

After five months, the boy finally confessed his feelings to the girl. He went deep, he went far. Just to end up in his original position he was in before she showed up in his life. Christina rejected him. She never felt the same about him like the boy does to her. She only talked to him as a dare and because she felt pity for him. The boy looked down, he dropped everything that was in his hands. He pulled a small box out his pocket, he handed her the box and walked off. She opened it, and looked back at him. Tears fell down her eyes. It was a necklace. A heart at the base, her initials engraved in it.

The boy went home. His dad pushed him against the wall and punched his face into the wall. The boy kept looking down, silent. His mom noticed the cuts on his arm. After his beating the boy went upstairs, to his room. His mom followed, peeking in through a crack in the open door. She saw him cutting and smoking. She was traumatized. An hour later a gun shot was heard, the boys parents rushed upstairs and to his room. They found him, laying in a pool of blood. Barely conscious.

He looked at them, he said his final word before going completely.

"I loved her mom, but she didn't cared, and she lied. Let her come to my funeral, repeat what I said."

The boys funeral was a month later. Christina attended. Everyone paid their respect. At the end, the boys mom told the girls what the boy said before he passed.

He loved you, Christina. But you lied to him, and didn't feel the same.