Stories of the Untold...

Birthday Surprise

It's my 18th birthday today. Not that anyone remembered. Not my parents, not my girlfriend, hell, not even my best mate, Richard, remembered and I told him only yesterday. This always happens. People only remember because they see on my facebook that it's my birthday. Not a big deal to be honest but I feel like a birthday is a day were you treat the birthday person as a king for that one day. But no one has remembered about my birthday for years.

I was in the park, talking to my girlfriend, Jasmine Fordham, about an hour ago and I told her that it was my birthday and she thought it was a joke. I told her that it was the truth and she just looked straight at me with her jaw hang by only her skin and started crying. She throw herself into my arms and sobbed " I'm so sorry. How could I forget about your birthday?". I wasn't mad at her. Just upset that my own girlfriend forgot about my birthday. She then ran off crying. I sat on the bench close to me.

Head in my hand, I got really angry. No one remembered me. I bet no one cares about me. I'm not a self centred but I like people remembering me. An old man sat next to me. "No one remembered you either?". I jumped when he said that. " How do you know?" I asked with my heart in my throat. "Because you keep sitting here every year with the same story. Here, keep this as my present to you". He handed me the object and my eyes were glued to it. The man walked off.

I didn't know what to do with this object but I went straight home and put it on the table. Then I picked it up again and went to my room.

"Piece out of local news paper"

"18 year old Peter Thomson was found dead in his room today. He stabbed a knife through his chest. Next to him was a note that said " This is my birthday surprise to everyone."