intruder

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TW for human tragedy, death, implied suicide, child murder

Jerry's POV

On January 26th I lost the love of my life. I lost the only person who kept me stable. I lost the person who could make me actually smile and laugh. Without him I'm always lost. He always came to find me. You may think since I'm only 13 I don't actually know. I only lost a best friend who I'd soon forget about. But oh boy I know he's my soulmate. We were made for each other. And now he's gone. His life was stolen from him by an intruder. Him, his father, his younger brother, and his dog were all shot to death. The killer posted his plans to kill a family and only leave the mother online but the cops didn't even care. They said it was a hoax. That night Jordan and his family were shot inside their own home.

I stopped writing the message as tears started to blur my vision to the point where I couldn't see. I'd write this down almost everyday. I don't know why, but it makes me feel a little bit better. Enough to make me actually want to face the day. I was already pathetically sad all day whenever Jordan wasn't there. But now he's dead. I ball up the note and throw it in the trash then grab my backpack. I hate school now. I hate how nobody says his name anymore. I hate how nobody would dare to sit in his usual seat next to me like they usually would if he was absent. I hate how nobody has ever pointed it out. I hate how we had one day in class to talk about it and we never heard his name again. I'm so sick of it.

When I arrive at school I go into the bathroom. This is where I attempted suicide. Yes, I took a bunch of pills. For sore throat. It wasn't even a bunch, it was 3. They were big and red so I thought it would work. I don't know why I was so dumb, but this time I'm not gonna fail. I'm not happy here and I never will be. I've accepted that now.

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