The Stevenson Suicides

Stevenson

           Stevenson. Stevenson is not your average cliche town filled with the mindless clicks you may be use to. Where most towns have their occasional break in and is shaken when Diane at the PTA meeting uses whole milk in her brownies instead of non-fat. No. Everyone has their secrets, regrets, enemies, and mistakes. We all hide are hiding something, we all are guilty. Not many of your average towns have the privilege we have to say that we had three teen deaths in one summer. 

        In this town of the guilty we have our own Stevenson High School. Home to the many snakes known as students and the once hopeful has-beens. Our run down town will do that to you. No matter how much hope you have or pure your intentions you know deep down in your pathetic human heart this is where you will spend the rest of your days. This is where you will die. You may try to trick yourself into thinking that you'll graduate, go to collage, and live your life. That's what we thought. That's what Sally Sansing thought. This town feeds off of broken hearts, crushed dreams, and ruined minds.  

    I look around at all these people I once knew and I don't know what happened. One day we were young, innocent, naive. Now I don't what we are. I sit in a seemingly hidden seat in the back of a run down dinner by the name of Stacy's. I scan the room of preoccupied people participating in their own conversations. 

   I notice a shaking teen by the name of Howard Henslay. He sits not to far from myself but faceing the opposite direction he scans the room with restless eyes. The dark skinned boy is joined by a tall man. The tall man's face is covered with a black hoodie he leans over to Howard and slips a bottle of pills to him as the boy slips his payment over to the man. 

    My curious eyes wander over to the other side of the room and meets a girl known as Nikki. I watch as the long sleek maroon haired girl flirts with Mr.Andrews a bulky gray haired math teacher. Nikki is sixteen. 

   At last I meet Alex Ryder. The well known and loved teen was starring at his hand on the table in front of him. He had no emotion, no expression. He simply starred. Then in a second he looked up straight into my eyes. In that second I knew everything. All of his hidden emotions poured out and I could see his despair. Like a crazed animal the self hatred and depression ate away his will to live. The poor kid has reached his breaking point and was going to end it all. Sure enough the next day. Alex Ryder was reported dead. He hung himself in the middle of the woods on a long forgotten lifeless oak tree.