Have you ever wondered what the feeling of sorrow is after losing someone so close to you? Now, of course, many people have drowned in that feeling of sorrow and let it consume them whole. But, losing that person to suicide? That's something else. It sprouts wonder in that sorrow. It's even more painful. An immense pain growing inside of you. A pain so inflicting that can cause you to do things. Things that bring darkness into your world. Darkness that consumes you whole until you've become nothingness in this world of terribleness. That's how Shanto felt the day he saw his aunt hanging from that leafless tree. That's how he felt when he saw the small amounts of blood dripping from her fingertips onto the white snow, consuming it until it became a clump of redness that showed the pain of human instinct that tried pulling the rope away. The blood that covered her fingertips that were edged with tiny tears in the skin tore into the small boys heart and soul. His entirety. It broke him. He felt he had no place if this wasn't it. He just lost the most precious person to him. She'd raised him, cared for him, supported him, everything. He was only 10. He didn't need this. Years have passed though, but he still feels that emptiness. The now 15 year old had everything a grateful person could ask for. A home, food, clothes, friends, looks, anything really. Anything, but his aunt.
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That Sorrowful Snow Day
General FictionAfter years of grieving his aunts suicide, Shanto seemed perfect. He kept up with good grades in school, he had a bright attitude, he had friends, but he lacked family. He'd lived with his cousin Len ever since the incident, and still needs ways to...
