Jason

"I remember the day I had first heard a gunshot as if it were yesterday. Why, everyone in town had called it, "The gunshot that rang all across campus". I'll tell you, it was only one, single shot but that sound would haunt me for the rest of my days.

I was staring at myself in one of the dirty, school bathroom mirrors, I had a presentation to give in a few minutes and my nerves kept rearing their ugly heads so I was trying to be rid of them. After speaking some words of affirmation for a few minutes and staring myself right in the eyes, I was finally ready for that presentation when it sounded.

'Bang!' The powerful sound shook me to my very core, it was a firework that was going off right in your ears. A cold sweat had started to form and those nerves I was trying to get over earlier attacked at full force and brought some new soldiers with them to battle. I quickly ran into a stall and ducked down, my gut tensing and a feeling of straight fear managed to glue me put. Knowing something was wrong but not being able to put my finger on it, I simply waited and tried to still my erratic heart and silence my mind. Then like a light turning on, one word hit me full force."Jason"

Call Jason, Go to Jason, the voices screamed at me, begging for me to take action but I couldn't, while my brain screeched one thing my body did the other. *I was stuck. Principle Jones's solemn voice suddenly could be heard overhead and the dread that seemed to halt at my stomach, spread to every other part of my body like a raging fire. 'Students, I am languished to say that our fellow student, Jason Morse, has sadly...taken his own life. Would Lia Corella please come to the main office".

The elderly woman with grey hair, stared deep into the river blue eyes of the thief that had broken into her lonely home. Her small, honey, eyes somber, lavished with ache and grief. The memories shoving the all too familiar pain back into existence and taking hold of her body.

"Jason," she continued, "was the man I was going to marry. He was a sad boy, bullied, beaten down and broken beyond compare. Even though he was sad, he never managed to show it, always smiling and telling jokes. He was full of life". Lia chuckled, her smile full of untold stories, "He had everyone fooled....everyone but me". Honey colored eyes cast down, the little bit of life in them dimmed and the thief's heart split in two. His gun, forgotten, felt heavy and dirty in his hand, like garbage. "I won't call the police, in fact i'll let you take whatever it is you need on one condition. Throw that gun away, and turn your life around. Be better," Lia pleaded, " Do better".

The thief took his black mask off, blonde curls falling in his face and his youthful appearance shocking Lia. He had stuck the gun into his back pocket and promised to her, and himself, to throw it away right after his one question. "I don't want anything no more, I just want to know why the principle, Jones, called you to the main office".

Lia smiled softly, knowing she saved another young life and spoke her final words to him

"Jason had left me a note, a single black rose, and....a promise ring as his goodbye".

-We'll be together again, I promise. 

END

Soooo....I wrote this when I was feeling sad and by the end of this story, I was happy and proud of myself.