It's Been so Long (based off of The LivingTombstone)

The Story

I fell to my knees and cried my life out. My son was dead. And I let him go. It was as much fault as mine as the blasted killer. He was caught though, but that didn’t matter anymore. I wept harder than I had ever.

"Police, are you sure that he is gone", I asked, almost begging for them to say no.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but he and his friends are gone. Even though we can't find them, they are presumed dead. Im sorry."

I cried even more and had to endure to keep from falling on my face. I messed up. I could not fix this. My son was dead. And I had to accept it, but it seemed almost impossible. I pushed myself up and slowly walked to my house. I went home and wept for what seemed like forever. I missed everything about my son. He was so bright and happy. Always ready to brighten everyone's day. Now everyday beyond this tragedy would be gloomy as can be.

The next day I got up out of my bed and had mixed feeling about this. I was angry at the murderer, saddened about my son's death, and more guilt than I could handle. I know what my son would have said.

"Oh mommy, you don't have to be sad. Me and Daddy will love you forever", he would say every time I got sad. My husband had abandoned us long ago, and it was just me and my son. Now I was alone. I wept even more. I hoped that my son was in a better place and, maybe, I could join him soon. He was the light of my life.

I fell and grabbed a knife. I stabbed myself, smiling and crying while I did. My breath shortened and I fell to the ground, dead.