Poem's

The One That Gave Up

Hi my name is Fae and my friend has a life that only the devil himself would create, but it wasn't always like this he wasn't always so lost I blame the devil who took out his claws. But before I tell you the end let's turn back time to where it all began.

{couple day before }

It began on a Friday night with a knock on my door I walk over to it so unsure, I lay hand so gently down upon the door I lean in close to hear a sound. BOOM there is goes so deep and loud, it knocks again it goes one knock two knocks three knocks four who is that knocking on my door? I turn the nob to my door and open it wide to find nothing but a beat up box that looks like it woke up on the wrong side.

"Fae", a voice calls out to me I turn around to see what's in my house, only to stop and scream cause I see the one I thought I lost the most, I chuckle "give it up folks, Tristan the guy that left me high and dry to do what he loves most". "im sorry for the pain I caused but I need you more than ever, times are dry and heavy I don't think I can do this forever" he falls to the floor "I don't get it what can't you do know more?".

"life" he clenches his chest as if he was stabbed with a knife, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something big "sometimes it's hard to pray, sometimes it's hard to stay grateful, its painful". He stands and wipes the tears that's have shed and pulls something out that he would regret instead , a shiny old pistol oh how I wish this was fictional.

"Sometimes it's hard to breathe, its hard to keep going, I keep holding but its just not working" in agony he cries clocks back the gun as he feels all the painful memories he has shunned". "You'll get by, you'll see the light, in the morning its gonna be alright". He looks at me in disbelief but slowly slows the gun I sigh in relief. "Circumstance is in the plan even if we don't understand" he shakes he's head at me "I just want to die".

"But why everything gonna be alright" I feel my tears build but I refuse to let it fall, how could the guy I once knew feel so small?. "so much pain" he cries "it's just a lesson", "but sometimes it rains" "come on Tristan just don't let it" I wipe he's tears "you never know how much you truly have until you go without it" he pushes me away raising the gun and smiles at me like this was fun "one day it's gonna turn into another season, you gonna see that all your tragedy was for a reason" I shout "I know its hard I lost more than I can count".

"More rain is coming down and it's pouring but joy is going to come in the morning". I reach for the gun "No it's not I'm alone" he pulls back "no your not, the lords got you and don't underestimate my love cause I got you" I reach for the gun one more time "it's ok you'll be fine", he looks at me with hesitation an slowly but surely hands me the gun and looks down with nothing but shame, "don't be shame its ok life is gonna get better for you and me".

I walk to my phone to call for help but as I turn around to see Tristan is gone, I turn to the side to see the door open I run over to it only to drop to my knees what's going on why can't I scream, I see Tristan walking in to traffic with no regrets, I'm about to lose my best friend, doesn't he care? Am I not in he's head?, I try to get to my feet only to fall repeatedly.

I shout an I scream "why won't you listen to me" I hear honking coming from a distance and it gets closer and closer "what are you doing move you don't have to lose" he turns over to me and says one thing "I'm sorry" I turn my head to the right to see a upcoming car, I scream.

{2 days after}

He survived, but for some reason I still cry, they taken him to a to mental ward hoping they could help him with his wars. But the thing is they can't, because they can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped, you can't help someone if you don't even know what they felt, but It's too late now the devil has he's hands on him and all we can do is hope that he doesn't gave in to the devil's plans for him.

~KeshnaElice~
[The END]

Characters:

Tristan:19, drug user after the murder of his older brother in a drive by ,grew up on the streets, made some bad friend, blue eyes, 6'1, blonde hair.

Fae: 18, dealt drugs at a time that's how she met Tristan, grew up on the streets but decide to got to school, got an house, 5'3, jet black hair, emerald green eyes.

A/N this was a school project to write a story so i thought why not share it with you