My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

Suicide

I am going to write a story, one I read on tumblr. It is in no way making fun of that person, and this is something special. Here's to those who didn't make it to 2015.

Sitting on the bus, it slows to a stop at the next drive way. The boy stands up, shouldering his bag as fast as he could and ran off, skipping almost all the steps. Before the bus began it's slow rise into driving, girls and boys alike pointed, laughing at him as he ran home, shouting mean words through the open windows. Shaking my head, I continue listening to my music, and wait to get home. For the next few months, he did it everyday. Running off of the bus and to his house, everyday, people laughed and whispered and gossiped. I'd ignore them, but ponder why he ran everyday, as fast as his legs could take him.

One month, he didn't show up to school, and missed the entire week. Maybe he's sick or on vacation? Rumors flew around the bus, and throughout the schools veins like fire. Ignoring the words, he came back the following week.

The boy sat next to me. Taking out my headphones I asked him, "Why did you run everyday?" nothing rude in my voice. His eyes looked to mine full of sadness. "I'd run home everyday so I could make sure my sister didn't commit suicide."

Thoughts raced through my mind, and I searched his eyes for any hint of hope. I found none. His stop came up without another word. He walked off.

I wrote this in dedication to this poor boy, and anyone who has committed suicide or loves someone who did. Suicide is a very serious, very real thing in people's lives. R.i.p. to all those who killed themselves.