She remembers the day that he died. Walking into the room seeing him lying on the floor surround by a pool of his own blood, on his wrists craved deeply into his flesh were two crosses; one on each wrist. A bottle of vodka lay beside a bottle of prescription pills; both were empty; those two things explained why he had foam formed around his mouth, it was most probably due to the mass amounts of alcohol and pills in his blood stream that would have caused him to have a seizure while lying unconscious on the floor.
She had known for years that he wasn’t happy, she knew that she could have stopped him, if only she had told someone, somehow stopped him. In her mind there were too many “buts” and “what ifs”, she knew that nothing could be changed now. Towards the end she knew that there was something different about him, he was content, and light-hearted for the first time in what seemed like years. He had started to grow distant for the past week and she didn’t take any notice of it; he was always going up and down in his moods.
He had helped her during her battle with anorexia and depression. He had been the only one who had stood by her and believed in her. He hadn’t failed her, she had failed him.
On the table beside him she found a note. It read:
“Dear Liz,
I am so sorry that I could not go on. I have tried so hard for several years, but the pain just would not go away. You were the only thing in my life that was good. I thank you for being part of it. You are a very special and strong person that has single handily overcome more then one person has to in their whole life time, for that you are my hero, my reason that I was still here yesterday.
Please do not blame yourself or anyone; this was my own doing, my decision. For many years you have been my strength to go on; my light, my world.
I had hoped to save you from any pain; to save you from the world, but I failed you, as I have with everything else.
The pain within me has grown too large to handle and I have decided that I do not wish to go on.
Please do not be mad at me or hate me for what I have done. The pain just grew too much.
Live life to the fullest, be free and wild for as long as you can go on.
Farewell my friend,
All my love
Chris.”
She knelt beside him, reading the letter that he had left just for her. Beside it was another piece of paper explaining what he would like for his own funeral.
For hours she sat beside him, holding his cold hand cherishing the little time she had left alone with him. She didn’t understand how someone so young could feel so much pain; he was only 9 and understood so much.
As the sun began to rise she stood up, her pants were caked in his dried blood she walked over to the phone and called for a ambulance explaining to them on the phone that he was already dead so they didn’t need to hurry.
After that it took them 50minutes to arrive. When they arrived she was sleeping with her head resting on his chest. She awoke with a start, jumping up and thinking it was all just a horrible dream. The paramedics were surprised to find out how young they both were; she told them she was 10 and he just 9.
It took them only 15 minutes to take him away and leave her standing alone in the room.
Two weeks later the funeral was held, just the way he had wanted it, everything was perfect; he would have loved it.
It happened seven years ago; to the day. She still carried around his letter that he left her. He was the only reason she went on and didn’t give up.
Standing at his grave she said her last goodbye; she was leaving the country and would no longer be able to visit him. She laid a photo of them together as children both happy and laughing on the grave and kissed the headstone before turning and leaving she whispered
“Farewell Chris, be happy and free, Forever more”
Author notes
This is based on real happenings. I was the one who discovered him. I changed the names though.
R.I.P Chris 1990-1999
A contest entry
- Write it Up. by asthray.heart.
530 points, ended April 22, 2007, 41 entries
Honorable mention
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*tears up* *then begins to cry!*
so sad! and wow! the funeral scene i think it was. that was a bit confusing, but the beginning is amazing! and the very ending it reminds me of something i wrote. I love it love it love it!
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Emm, I feel as if I've read this before x.x but I scrolled down and I didn't see my comment, so I guess either SW ate the comment or I thought I left a comment but didn't...
This is just a really powerful read, and one of my fears - I wouldn't want to discover the body of a dead person, much more a friend or a loved one... who just committed a suicide. THat is probably one of the most painful things that could happen to a person... and the way you had written things just had me putting myself in the character's shoes and just... OMG.
really sad. Maybe if this did happen to me, I would wish for this to be a really bad dream - the way I can only do things by denying their existence..
Thank you so much for sharing this with us.. it takes guts to pen an experience as painful as this and I commend AND admire you for that.
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very good
very powerful and emotional , i agree writing from experience has really made an impact on this piece LOVE IT
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omg wow
This story is really sad, and to write from experience makes this piece even more powerful. I'm sorry for your lost. -
This is very sad, thanx for entering my contest
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IMAGERY IS A WOW! This is the most descriptive story I've read so far on this site. It really paints an image of perfect clarity in the reader's mind. Good job and keep writing!
All the best,
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Woow..
Omg.. That was amazing...
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yeah i did. thanks for commenting
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awsome:D:D
this is sooooooooo sad but its greattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttit reminds me of parting is such a sweet sorrow and i shall say goodbye till it be tomorrow (WS)
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awwww... this was awesum, really good, it was awesum...
i kno i sed awesum twice...
this was a great piece that really captures the heart of the reader. it made me ache for the suffering caused, how horrible it must have been, i can only sympathise.
It was really well written, and painted a great picture.
Keep up the great work
Luv MDH xoxo
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Woah.
That was really sad. How could you have dealt with that? I wouldn't have been able to.
But other then that,
it had a really good flow to it and there was heaps of emotion.
You are, truely, a great writer.
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Wow...
Another heart wrentching story. The scary part is, this sounds exactly like what a friend of mine went through a year or so ago. He overdosed on medications and alcohol.
Luckily, he was found in time to be helped. Now, after a year of counseling, he is a completely different person, but I dread to think of what would have happened if he had been sucessful that night.
Amazing. That is truely the only way I know of to describe it!
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God Emma this was sad, as I have been sayng I hope you are okay and everything is getter better for you.
This was great and totally sad !!
The flow was really good and all of the emotion. I really do hope you are okay
Good luck,
Ebb
xoxo
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