Without a Doubt

My Farewell

     When someone says you are going to leave everything and move to the other side of the country, you question people. You try to act normal and pretend nothing's wrong and then just disappear one day. Or at least I do.
     About a month ago my parents had told me that my father had gotten a new job in Seattle, and that we had to move from our home in Charleston, South Carolina. I was forced to live with the pain of leaving my friends, my girlfriend, and my life. I hadn't wanted to worry them so I never told them. I planned on leaving on the day without a trace. To just live life as if nothing would change. To not tell them, but John had found out the very next day. I had shown up to school and had tears running down my face. It was the worst day of my life. It felt like my body had emptied and all that was left were thoughts of how to make the next month the best.
My friends had soon found out shortly after John and the rest of my friends had began discussing throwing a 'going away' party. They had planned on having it at my house on the day before I left. Throughout the whole month I was considering suicide. I hadn't wanted to leave Charleston, but I had to. When the party finally came, I was told to go get more packing tape and some journals so I had something to do on the flight. When I came home, I had seen John sitting on the couch and a cake on the table.
"John? What are you doing here?" I said between the quiet sobs in my voice.
"Erik! You are finally home!" He had replied happily.
"I'm not home, I'm in hell. That's all this world is." I say as I set next to him and see the rest of my friends sitting on the floor.
"C'mon man. Cheer up. We're all going to miss you but that's no reason to be bummed."
"John, listen. I get what your doing, and I appreciate it, but it's not going to help. Life has been a dick lately and I just want to be left alone. It will hurt less when I have to leave." I reply short breathed as I stand and walk up to my room to finish packing.