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A Tragic Introduction

Let me start this story with a warning:If you're looking for a happy,heart warming story,go somewhere else. You won't find it here. Deal with it. Now that that's through,it's story time kiddies!

At a young age I was branded a "nerd" and so,I was automatically a bit of an outcast. It's okay,it's a fact of life that there's always that one kid that doesn't really fit in. I was never really close to someone,someone that I'd tell everything to. That is,not until she came along.

My cousin Marie might as well have been a stranger to me,she only visited for a week in the summer and for spring break. Then her parents split. She came with her mom back to my hometown and lived here. At first it seemed like she'd be just another relative. It's funny how time will just about always prove you wrong.

It started with us talking a bit,trying to see if we'd get along. Then,somehow we sort of grew to rely on each other..I can't say I minded very much. Tragically,as suddenly as she came into my life,she was ripped away from me.

I suppose life loved playing sick jokes on me,because Marie got very sick. Imagine it,the only person you could really connect to is dying right in front of you. To add insult to injury,you weren't able to do a damn thing about it.

They say the good die young..and I guess in this case it's true. Marie passed away a few weeks after she caught ill. Funny how the one person I wanted around forever is one of the first to go. Talk about "shit happens".

As always,despair comes marching right after death. Depression sinks its awful claws deep into the abyss that is my soul. Damn,I'm sorry but,that line sounds pretty good to me. Moving on. After Marie had passed I didn't know what to do with myself. Everything seemed darker,I could only see the cruel aspects of life. Then I thought,"maybe because life is nothing but a cruel joke?". Would you,whoever you are,like to know the punch line to this insane joke? You guessed it! Death.

Darkness. Grief. Guilt. All these lovely feelings (yes,sarcasm) had built up inside of me until finally it all came to a head. I had two choices. Life or death. It really came down to simply that. I decided I didn't want to live in a world cold enough to take someone as amazing as Marie.

I wanted a simple way out. What better way than slicing my own wrists? After all,you can't go wrong with the classics.

The following day I grabbed a knife from the kitchen,and sliced. It only hurt for a little while. Then there was...peace. I felt nothing,no fear,no pain. However,there's always something that has to mess up my nice feelings. That's when the bright light starting shining.