I got home after school, the day before Halloween. I plopped myself on top of the bed and took out a scrapbook that Gramps and I created together a few years ago. It had lots and lots of pictures of Gramps and I doing many things... traveling, singing together, on the roller-coaster at Six Flags together, and making lots of memories. "I must follow my idea to travel to Heaven... it is the only way to see him," I thought. But, the only way to get there is to be killed or become dead. And the only way I could do that alone is to... commit suicide. My life was a giant mess at the time, so I was actually completely okay with this idea. I pulled the sharp silver razor off of the tip of an X-Acto knife I used occasionally to open up boxes and such. I sliced my arm... I bled out so much, and screamed so high-pitched it could damage someone's eardrum's permanently. My white bed-sheets were now crimson red from my blood soaking into them. "Goodbye world," I thought. My eyes sealed shut.
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One Last Encounter
EspiritualYoung Sasha is devastated when her Grandfather - her bestfriend - gets into a freak accident on his motorcycle. She didn't get to say her last words to him, so Sasha goes beyond the clouds to seek one last encounter with her beloved Grandfather. Wil...
