A "fine" life

chapter 37

I felt so unimportant so useless I watched the bees buzz. They knew where they were going, they had purpose. They danced onto beautiful flowers that bent towards the moist grass. The grass. Most and green with brown patches scattered around. The grass was quite except for the most sound of footsteps crunching dried leaves. footsteps? I was sitting down back against the tall oaks trunks. The footsteps grew faster, louder, closer. Fear engulfed me. Who could be looking for me. Why? Forever I would stay. Stay by the tree because where else would anyone want me. Where else would I want to be? Nowhere. So why? Why are people coming here.

I peered around the trunk of the tree to see a man. His body was that of a man in his twenties. I could not see his face but he looked familiar. He sat on the other side of the tree. His head banged against the trunk. I heard a whimper but then what sounded like a growl. And then I heard nothing at all. I left it alone untill I felt the tree shake. It was banging against me and it made my serinity leave me and I was getting a head ache. I turned to see the man and my head ache turned into heart ache. Jc was punching the tree, blood dripping off of his fist. Tears ram down his face which normally sand colored was red. His hair was perfectly messy. "Jc stop it!" I said my voice cracking. I ran over to him grabbing his fost , I saw him flinch so I moved my hands to his wrist. I ran up to him and hugged him as tightly as I could he just collapsed into my arms, I hadn't seen him this vulnerable since middle school. "Jc tell me what's the problem." He said nothing just gripped me tighter and held me. And then he did what I wouldn't expect he let go off me and kissed me. His tears warm on his mouth and then he let go and he looked at me and said "your so strong don't let them brake you ever," and that's when he ran off. As he was running I saw a fimmilar piece of paper fall. I ran up to get it, and I saw it was the note I had rewritten so many times, but it wasn't ment for now just to be a final goodbye. It was the suicide note I had written last the one I almost used. But something stopped me. It was the one I had left on my bed right before breakfast. Right before I said I was fine.