You walk into my room. The lights are on. Theres a chair in the middle of the room. A braided rope in your hand. You squeeze the rope in my hand as I bite my lip. The anticipation builds up in your body. The sweat startsto rise on your forehead. You slowly walk towards the chair. You get out a pen and paper and sit at your chair. You think long and hard before writing sens it will be your last words. You drop the pencil and bury your face in your hands. You get up and walk to your closet. You slide it open and grab your old tri-pod out the closet. You grab your camera and set it ontop of it. You sit in the chair and stare into the camera. You grab the remote and click play. You clear your throaght and begin to talk.
"Hey everyone. When you look at this video....i'll probably be gone. I......I love you all to pieces but.....this life is to stressful. I cant cry anymore. I cant take the hits anymore. How you guys hit me,trip me,spit on me. I-........I cant do it. Roc,Ray,Prodigy, .......It's not your fault. You just dont love me or like me. Thats fine.....you guys have your reasons. Brianna, I still love you girl. Mom, I will always have you on my mind regaurdless if im alive or not. I guess what im trying to say is. Goodbye." I finished.
I stood up and wrapped the rope around my neck. I tied it to my fan. stood on the chair. I looked at the camera and waved goodbye. I clicked the button on the remote witch shut off the camera. I did it....I jumped. And that was the end of my life.
But it never started that way. Ever.
Im Jacob Perez. And this is how I began to Love the ones who hurt me.
