An 18 year old boy named Mike was just done. He had enough of his life. The boy had suffered from depression and anxiety for years. As time went by, his helplessness only grew worse until one day he decided that he wanted to end it all. He been thinking about it for a while and came up with a plan. He arranged to go on a camping trip with his girlfriend Sarah. They would go to the campground where they had first met. He also invited his younger brother Max along on the trip as well.
"There," he thought, "that's what I'll do it. I will make Max and Sarah so happy, therefore they only have happy memories of me."
After driving up to the woods with his girlfriend and brother, they pitched tents and build a campfire. As it was growing dark and after stories and smores were made, Mike decided it was time to go through with it.
"I'm really tired guys," he said casually, "I think I'll go to sleep early."
"Are you sure?" asked Max, "You're not getting sick are you?"
"No I'm fine," Mike said harshly, "don't worry about me I'm just tired from the drive up."
With that, he said goodnight and went into the tent he made for himself and closed it. Away from his girlfriend and brother, the boy let his emotions show. He sat down and held his head in his hands and begin to weep. He took out the razor blades he brought with him out of his pocket and held them to his wrists.
"I guess this is it," he mumbled to himself, "goodbye Sarah goodbye Max I love you both, I'm sorry it had to end this way. No one understands though, and no one ever will."
In one quick motion he slit both the wrists open vertically and the blood began to flow; just to make sure, he cut his throat and laid back down waiting to die. He finally lost his consciousness. All of a sudden, he woke up and looked around. There's no sign of any blood. He looked at his wrists, but there was no cuts. He felt his throat but it was untouched. There wasn't a mark on him. Confused and angry, he couldn't understand what was going on. He got to his feet and stumbled out of the tent, calling his girlfriend and brother. There was no answer. The campfire was smoldering nearby. As he got close to the fire, he noticed two figures stretched out on the ground. To his horror, he realized it was Max and Sarah. They're both lying dead in a pool of blood. Max was slashed across the neck and Sarah had big gashes in her wrists. Mike looked down to the ground and noticed a message written in the dirt. It read, "when you hurt yourself you always hurt the ones you love."
Max fell to his knees and screamed and screamed and screamed, realizing what he did and how he was trapped.
