Excerpts From A Story Ill Never Write

Four

Nothing sends the chills down my spine like these words coming across my screen

The bumps cover me from head to toe

He's holding up the gun on the other side of the phone

Waiting for a tear to shed

Off to pull the trigger and blow.

He's cold.

His pulse slows as he takes one to many pills

Over kill one might,

Pause it

He looks around find a blade on his dresser. Pulls it to his wrist and cuts it

Cuts it clean straight.

Wishing he could cause enough pain to look at himself and know it's too late

It's what he craves.

He craves it like cold water on that hot summer day

When him and her use to laugh on that summer day

They'd take a couple hits and her eyes would start to ponder.

He'd come inside and they go downstairs

She'd kiss him so much he could hardly bare it.

Parents upstairs love him to death

He is her best friend

He's different from the rest

He takes away her pain and holds her when she shakes

But when he's in pain she doesn't know what to say.

she holds her phone tight with the volume up high

Waiting for a text so she knows he's alright but nothing comes...

She drifts asleep into a dream.

He takes the gun.

Dials her number

he knows he has to end it,

She doesn't answer.

The tears stream down his hands shaking.

Right as the trigger pulls the girl wakes up from the nightmare

Reading a message from him it's breathtaking

"I only did one. Didn't mean to scare"

It crushes her

"I stopped because I know you care"

She tries to comfort him but he says nothing

He never lets his pain show.

He just keeps walking.

On to the next day it replays.

She's worried about him so she doesn't smile.

Only when he's with her cause she can keep an eye on him.

He wants her happy so he makes her laugh but when he walks home he knows the smiles won't last as he,

Turns the water on and stares down at the blade.

In his life it's just another day