September 30 2019
Suicide. The word pounds in my head, determined for answers.
I couldn't sleep, Finn needed to be on my mind. I need to know why he did it. All I can think is that it's my fault. Why did I have to do it?
I chugged coffee down my throat, combining it with my determination, fuelling my consciousness.
I paced around my flat until I felt confined. I grabbed my keys, rattling them as I walked down the stairs.
My feet had taken me to the park where I used to spend my childhood. The swing sets that Finn and I would sit on, chatting until it was so dark outside that the Owls would start to hoot.
I watched as a blonde-haired girl sat on the wooden bench reading a newspaper. I walked around to get a closer look.
I saw close enough the face printed in black and white on the front page.
Finn.
"Hey," I walked up to the girl "can I borrow that paper. It's just that the front page story , I know him. He is my friend... Was my friend" I corrected.
She handed me the paper with an understanding smile, "keep it" she said.
I walked over to the unoccupied swings and sat down, pretending that Finn was still here asking me why I was reading an article. "Since when were you interested in the world," he'd say.
I'd nod knowing that it was true. Neither of us were interested, we lived for the moment, escaping everything that threatened us.
Escaping Finn, my ultimate threat.
29 year old man jumps of a wall, ending his life.
No.
My head screams.
A wall.
The wall.
He couldn't.
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