Short stories based upon depression and suicide.

The little boy with all of the bracelets.

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The guy who people bully. The boy people call gay. You don't know his story. You don't have the right to say. He wears bracelets to cover his scars. The scars that the beautiful blade leaves. The tingling feeling he gets afterward is want he's addicted to. He's the little boy with all the bracelets. The one you call gay. What would you do if he went away? Would you cry? Would you say okay? He's afraid to leave school, but he's also afraid to go home. He sits in the bathroom and cries all day. Until he sees his beautiful blade, sitting on the edge of the sink calling his name. Waiting to take all of his pain away. I bet you didn't know his name was Jake did you? He grabs his blade, and removes his bracelets. He decides to say one final goodbye that goes something like this. "Who ever reads this, I'm probably already dead. The pain it's too much. Little did everyone know is that I was beat at home. But this is my escape, my getaway. My beautiful kingdom up in the skies. Now I will no longer cry because of my pain. This is my last goodbye. This time, I promise it is." With that, a single tear drops from his eye as he tries not to cry. He once again picks up his beautiful blade and lightly brushes it across his skin, not yet making a cut. Once another tear falls after another, he makes a cut after cut. Tears mixing with blood, memories terrorizing him in horrible flashbacks only makes him cut deeper. After he thinks he's done enough damage for now, he grabs his bracelets, his signature, and places them on his wrist again not caring how badly it may hurt. He takes the note, lays down, and places it beside his head. One final tear escapes the corner of his eye. He shuts them and tells the world one silent goodbye. He lays there lifeless on the ground, sirens howling around him, but he doesn't know. He lays there lifeless. Finally happy. The pool of blood that lays around his arm is a sign that there isn't any saving him now. His father doesn't cry. His mother let his father do this. She never said anything, but she never loved her son. Thinking he deserves this, she walks out of the room and was never seen again. This is just the story of the little 16 year old boy named Jake with all of the bracelets.