The Last Straw

Chapter 31

"Can you tell me about you life." The officer said stiffly."Life's a bitch." I stated. He didn't respond. I had my pocket knife clenched in my palm."A bitch?" He restated."Yup." I raised my legs on my bed."Anything else?" He questioned. I stood up."Are you going to do anything about it?!? I'm suffering over here and you decide to come in here and actually care about my life!? You guys are just like them..." I started to cry."Like who sir?" I took out my knife and raised it to my neck."Like everybody!!! You don't care less about me or anyone for that matter!!! You guys are the reason I cry myself to sleep every night! You are just like Mark, my Dad, even my best friend, Joe.

They shot up quickly at the sight of the knife pierced against my neck."SIR, PUT DOWN THAT KNIFE RIGHT NOW BEFORE YOUR LIFE TURNS BAD!!!" I started to smile over my tears."That's another thing...my lif e is already bad...ever since I was born. Now what your going to do is witness a suicide. I told you my story.

You understand my pain, right?" They shook their heads no. I pulled my sleeves up. There was a sea of cuts from wrist to shoulder. They looked in terror."Look at this...LOOK AT IT!" They turn their heads towards my arm."You are not worthless son...you are important just like us." I shook my head.

I pressed the knife to my arm creating a thin line of fresh crimson color. They all cringed."This...gives me relief of all the pain I have to endure every single fucking day of my life...now i'm going to stop it..." I pulled the knife in front of my stomach."No!! Stop it!!!" They ran towards me. I was to quick for them. I stabbed the knife in my stomach 5 times. I fell to the ground with the knife stuck in my tummy. The officers fell towards me. I had enough energy to whisper something to one of the officers. He leaned in close."I'm happy now.I'm free."