How I died

Gregory

Gregory

Gregory was a boy that loved being active. He was into sports of pretty much any kind. He was a pretty popular kid at school but mostly because he wasn't a jerk to anyone. He died when he was 15. He was always trying to make others happy and if he couldn't make them happy or meet there expectations he got depressed, but he wouldn't let anyone know because he didn't want to bring them down. He just bottled up all of his bad emotions inside. His parents where rich and expected him to be perfect. One day he came home late. His dad asked him why he was late. He didn't want to say that it was because he had hooked up with a girl, the girl he had liked for three years now. So he made something up, anything and he said the first thing that came to mind, "I had to sure detention today for pushing some one into the lockers." His dad shook his head slowly, "I thought you where above that son." and he walked away. Gregory instantly knew it was a mistake to tell his dad a lie so he ran after his dad to tell him the truth. "Dad, that's not really what happened. You see I hooked up with a girl after school today, the one I have liked for three years." This didn't go over well at all. His dad's face turned bright red like he was going to explode. "First you tell me a lie then you tell me you hooked up with a whore? Who are you and what have you done with my respectable son!" His dad yelled and stormed out of the house. His mom walked into the room and she had already heard everything. She gave him a cold hard stair and left the room. Everything was quiet, too quiet. Gregory started thinking about all the things he had done wrong in his life. The time when he could have made the winning score in soccer, when he could have won a race in track, when he could have done better on a test...the list went on and on and he had let his parents down. He wen into the bathroom and took the caps off of several different bottles of pills and he took three out of each not bothering to see what he was taking. He overdosed on everything he could find. He went to bed and cried himself to sleep. He never woke up again. 

A few years later you moved into that house and you got his room. He felt a connection with you that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He follows you where ever you go and he protects you from anyone that might be out to hurt you. He holds your hand when you feel down trying to make you feel better.