Is It Too Late To Say Sorry?{CHASE DAVENPORT}

Prolouge

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."

That statement, that moral, that lesson. It's false. Sure, sticks and stones can break bones, but words can hurt. Words can kill.

They can kill a human soul.

He learned that the hard way. Being pushed around, physically and mentally abused. It's not like we meant it. It started out as fun and games, but then it got carried away. Piece by piece he started falling apart.

We hadn't meant for it to go that far. We didn't know what we were doing wrong, so we continued, thinking it was funny. And to our eyes, it was. But of course, we were oblivious. We didn't really know how much it hurt him mentally.

Self esteem. It's a big factor in life. Without it, well, we'd all be nothing. What we did to him, torturing and abusing him, slowly decreased his self esteem until there was almost nothing left. Just a small piece he was holding onto in hopes we'd stop.

We didn't. We knew then what we were doing. But we continued. Why, that's a question that will always haunt me. Why did I do it. Why didn't I stop. I knew it was wrong, but I played along, joining the harassing and torment.

It got even worse when he stopped going to school. He loved school. He hated skipping, even for missions. He was a nerd. And that's something that helped lead up to the day I would always regret. No it wasn't the fact he was a nerd. Or he loved books, or his love of acing classes. It was us.

Those topics were things that we teased and bullied him about.

I can ask Is it too late to say sorry?

And I already know the answer.

Why did I, Bree Davenport, help in the suicide of my brother?

Okay, prologue complete.

Not this isn't a joke. Suicide is real, it's nothing to joke about. In school we watched a video on kids who had committed suicide due to bullying. It inspired me to write this, because bullying is a problem now. And some people don't understand how cruel it can be.

Through writing this, I hope to help people understand the consequences of bullying, and help them make a right decision before they do something they will later regret.

Also to help kids get through bullying themself. I know, this may seem like a horrible way, but trust me. You don't want to turn out like these fanfictions characters. Dead. If any one of those kids who died, had consulted their parents, or someone they knew could handle their problem without making it worse, they still may be alive today.

I will have an alternative storyline after this short story is complete, about what would have happened if the main character would have told someone.

I hope you enjoy. I know it's sad, but this is reality. I don't want to be stuck on fiction stories all my life. This is just a push. But anyway, until next chapter!!!

-chloe