Hey, Death...
It's been three years.
Three years since I met Avery, befriended him, fell in love with him, tried to kill myself...
But what happened afterwards was the best three years of my life. I got taken in by his family, and was able to get my weight back up to a good place, so even though I'd probably just be lean and wiry for life, I wasn't a skeleton. My bullies were caught and sent to juvenile detention, and even though my real parents beat me daily, I still kept the name "Blackwell."
It's a part of my history, I guess.
Ever since I woke up in the hospital with Avery next to me, I haven't tried to commit suicide or even cut again... because I have a boyfriend who loves me, and a new family that I actually want to call one.
We're both nineteen now, and preparing for college. We both got accepted into the university here in town, and even though it's small, it's an excellent school. The two of us moved out a few months ago, and we're now sharing an apartment.
I really don't know what I'd do without him.
Three years ago, he asked to be my boyfriend. We're still together, and it's been amazing.
He's better than anyone I could ask for... I love him so much. He the kind of person I want to be with for the rest of my life.
Avery was the first person I fell in love with, kissed, fought with, made up with, cried with...
Hell, he even took my virginity, Death. Two and a half years ago... best night of my life.
Anyway, moving on...
I can't leave this boy- he means so much to me. Avery Thomas is the reason I'm alive today, and the reason I actually want to stay this way.
Death, you probably won't be seeing me for a while...
I'd like to live.
Sincerely,
Marcus Blackwell
A boy who was nearly a victim of suicide
