Come Away With Me

Hugh's body swayed slightly every time the cool winter breeze pushed against his back while he sat on the swing.

A storm was coming, causing the sky to look absolutely beautiful. He inhaled deeply, the fresh air filling his lungs. An empty tear tell from his eye.

"What's wrong, Hugh?" asked a quiet, warming voice.

"Nothing" He wiped the tear from his eye with his plaid sleeve, turning slightly to face Lane.

"Where were you? I was worried you wouldn't come..."

Lane sat down on the swing next to him. He had on a dark leather jacket with his fairly long black hair combed back out of his face.

"You know... we could do it, Hugh. Me and you."

"I know."

He looked at his friend and gave a misshapen smile.

"But I'm happy. I don't want to leave. I mean, I know things aren't all they could be... but..."

He inhaled, the air now burning his lungs as he forced back the tears begging to come out.

"But what?"

He searched his weary mind for something to say. His whole body felt weak, unable to continue life's abuse for much longer.

"I'm sure everything will get better.. it just has to... right?"

He choked on the last word of the sentence, desperately searching Lane's face for just one, tiny bit of hope.

Lane forced a smile and grabbed his hand. "Please. Just... Come with me. I know you're scared.. but you would be so much happier.."

Hugh couldn't hold it in much longer. Another tear escaped and made a wet trail on his cheek.

Lane stood up from his swing and kneeled down in front of his broken friend.

"I'll be right by your side, all the way until the very end. I promise."

Hugh's mind collapsed as he wrapped his arms around Lane, releasing the pent up feelings he tried so hard to conceal on his shoulder.

"Hugh.. please, calm down. Look at me."

Through teary eyes, Hugh brought his face up to meet Lane's.

"Will you please come with me?"

The next day Hugh put his favorite shirt on, along with his best pants. Today was the day.

He left a note where he knew his mother and father would find it.

He sat on his bed, resting his jumbled up mind in his hands. He was doing it. He was going to leave, and there was absolutely no turning back.

He felt a gentle squeeze on his right shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

Hugh turned and gave Lane a half smile as he got up and walked to his dresser. He opened the first drawer and dug around until he found what he was looking for.

He returned to the bad and sat by Lane. He twisted the top of the bottle and poured its contexts on the bed beside him.

"Until the very end" Lane reassured him, grabbing his hand.

Lane's words comforted him as he scooped a handful of pills into his hand and began to consume them.

After each pill a sloppy tear would follow.

Distant and painful memories began to fade with every swallow.

He turned to his side where Lane no longer was. His hand was gripping the bed. He let out a soft sigh of relief, remembering his friend's reassuring smile, knowing he'd soon see it on the other side.

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~Kenzie