The boy, lost, hurt, ready to give up on the world that treated him so poor, said his goodbye's as he wrote his letter with his hand shaking wild. Life wasn't as he thought, he wished someone had told him. Every day he walked around like a soldier standing strong while bleeding out from every cut on his body. He knew what he had to do next. He stood on the chair, grabbed the rope and tied it around his neck. The boy looked out at the moon one last time as a single tear rolled down, the chair fell and as he took his final breath he knew it was over. He greeted death ready to leave the world that was so cruel to him.
The boy's younger brother walked into the room, all color left his face leaving only the pallor as he saw his brother, his best friend, hanging there, struggling. The brother ran for something sharp. With a knife in hand he tried to cut his brother down but alas, the rope was steel around his neck, it wouldn't break. The brother tried and tried but it was no use, it just wouldn't cut. Losing all hope he took a step back, looked his brother in the eye as he took his hand and whispered in a raspy voice, "Goodbye". The boy's struggle ended. The boy fell limp on the rope. His skin was icy cold and his face was violently bare. As a tear rolled down the brothers face only one sound could be heard, the sound of his heart...shattering. One thought ran through his mind at that moment, "What did I do wrong?" He couldn't take it. As he read the note his brother left he began to weep. His heart and mind were in shambles as he read the note his brother, the only friend he ever knew, wrote. Not being able to accept it the brother collapsed, next to his fallen friend, clasping his chest. To this day anyone who looks back on their story says that the young boy died of a broken heart.

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Short Stories
Storie breviThis is a book of random stories that I wrote out of boredom. Thi book will never be finished It will be updated everytime I decide to make a new story.