Felt cold for a moment .. shivering & a dry throat .. i didn't think that a piece of paper could do this to me.
i decided to read it out load with concentration this time as i looked at Katy again then my eyes went back on the paper.
" Alright lets see .. " as i inhaled an exhaled
'To the man and woman who chose to conceive a child, the result of which was me, when it fit in with their five year plan; To the teachers who never really cared, no matter what they say; To my fellow geeks, dweebs, et. al., who will no doubt receive more abuse upon my passing, as my tormentors will no longer have me to kick around; To my uncles and aunties who made my life a living nightmare when they should have focused on our both lives; To those who never cared, never spoke, probably never knew my name;To the one true friend, to a brother like no other, to my very lovely Damon whose caring was the only thing that prevented this even from happening sooner
To all of you, goodbye.
I am leaving a world to which I never truly belonged or fit in. Do not weep for me, or mourn my passing. I say this not because I expect to be missed, but to allow those who truly did not care go on with their lives with a clean conscience and dry eyes. I know you don’t want to weep for me. So don’t. But I do ask you to listen to the final words of a lady who has taken charge of his own destiny.
Perhaps my parents might feel something inside which causes them to shed tears. They may pretend that it’s sorrow for their “loss”, but I hope it is something else. Perhaps sorrow for bringing a child into this world when they really didn’t have the time or desire to raise her. which is the main cause of this. I wasn’t the product of love, born of a desire to prepare another human being to grow and lead the human race. I was merely the next acquisition, the next task, the next project on their list of things that bring significance.
No child should be brought into this world for the mere purpose of being just another possession. I am not an asset to be cataloged and listed on your tax forms beside your house and car, or fought over during your divorce proceedings. I am a human being. I’m sorry that it took this to make you realize that. If you don’t yet get it, then I’m even sorrier.
What about my teachers? Will they be sorry to see another student become a statistic? Certainly the administration and Principal Chowning will mourn, as my death will not reflect well on them as an institution. Well, I apologize for making the statistics for your administration worse. and as for my fellows students, those who made a more significant impact on my life, I know better than to expect my tormentors to mourn.
As for you Damon, and it goes to the rest of the fam .. i wont be hidding anything as i don't have anything more to hide. as i mentioned earlier i was being humiliated by mom and day, as no appreciation at all .. for that :
The caskets. Being buried in the ground. I wished if you and all could thought its are real them, but in the end, its not. At 22 years old, i stripped them off from our old home. Using my full strength to take them off out of life soon or later, as they wished if they could strip my own .. Sesena .. in a rusty old wrecked house, placed them there with no care at all and all what i could ever help is water and bit of food supply .. that much bit of care is that inner bit of me, i see Damon whenever i do that .. but then he fades away and i remember every moment of pain .. in and out .. every damn thing as then .. i see their death in front of me last night in the rusty house !!!!!! Faking out their deaths was a way or another to find peace for me, to be the main person in most others life, and i saw that Damon .. but i couldn't stay like this .. if i ever want to care about my young brother, i would do it to the fullest with much love then any person in this life.
Sent to you reminders as so you could cherish and have that memory freshen up of mom and dad .. that bib with the letter "A" was for you when you were 2 years old being fed by our mom .. that tiny football woth the letter "G" was for you on your 7th years old birthday as football was in your veins at that time .. those mini song clips on the radio, my very best reason to have that job and a show, to play your very best nursery rhymes songs.
As a reward, as i stripped away what was golden to you .. being in pain all these years .. here you get it .. sacrifice.
As my final moments tick away, I wonder what impact these words will create. Will anyone listen? Will anyone take action? Will students pause and pay attention to the hurting hearts around them? And even if they do, will it be a temporary salve for their egos, to convince themselves they’re really not bad people or will real change happen? Will those uncles and aunties care much or two ? could Damon handle my sacrifice as i did it for screwing his life all over, faking faking ?
Farewell forever. I am going to another place. Where, I do not know. But logic dictates that it can only be an improvement. Perhaps my passing will only prove a footnote in a school yearbook. Then again, perhaps the sacrifice of one might bring hope to others. If my death makes life for one person a little more bearable, or a little more enlightened, do I really die in vain?
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one."
"Every flower must grow through dirt and you manged to do that perfectly .. i was the DIRT""
because of my weak body, weak hand, weak EVERYTHING. The paper was dropped, as tears rushed down heavily unstoppable. As i looked at Katy's face. And all what i could see is..
Black mascara all over her cheeks mixed with her tears .. body cant resist itself .. shiver and shake .. & an AK-47 pointed at her brain.
" D D Damoon .. I'm so so so sorry .. take ca ca care always .. Be a a Good ...... Oh ... I I I Love ...." as she was mumbling and shivering to the maximum, i couldn't control myself as i hoped and jumped on her with many more drizzling tears with heart beat being racing more as i shouted
" NOOOOOOOO !!!! "
Click Clack ... BAAAANG !!!
YOU ARE READING
Dirt
Teen FictionDamon .. an adult who was married young, with the fact that his parents were dead in a very young age as well, but all what he is blessed for rather then all this is that he has a great sister, Katy. with a lot of mysterious events in his life, DIRT...
