Over the edge

chapter eight

He was walking at a slow rate, his mind consumed with his thoughts as it constantly seemed to nowadays.

He had cleared today's schedule so he was idle.

And being idle meant his mind would constantly be thinking about everything.

Analyzing every decision of his, down to the very last one.

His thoughts always put him down, ever since he was a child.

Flashback....

Eric and his twin brother were walking home from school.

They were not going to be picked up today, their parents were busy.

But they didn't mind.

They always loved walking home, playing on the streets, racing each other.

On that sunny afternoon, Eric proposed a game to his brother.

"Hey rob, let's play police and robber."

"Do we have to Eric? I'm tired."

"Pleaseeee. I'll even be the robber."

"I really don't want to."

"I always play what you want me to why can't we play what I want?"

"Ok fine but only for a few minutes."

"Thanks you're the best."

They were playing for a while and just as  rob was about to catch Eric, he crossed the road.

Rob, not  really looking at where he was going followed him.

But he didn't make it.

He was barely halfway across the road when a car came out  of nowhere and hit him.

Eric watched as his brother flew foward and landed on the road.

He wanted to move, go near him and tell him it was going to be okay but  nothing happened.

His feet didn't move.

He stood there, frozen in place.

He watched as people came to check on the boy.

He watched as the driver got out and went to do the same.

He watched as people shook their heads sadly.

That was when it hit him.

He killed his brother.

He killed Rob.

The boy started crying and ran to his brother's side, begging him to wake up, begging him to hang on to life.

But the other never moved.

He sat there, not leaving his brother's side  throughout the way to the hospital.

They arrived to find his parents waiting.

He ran to his mother and told her everything and instead of comforting him, she pushed him away.

She looked at him with pure hatred.

Seething, she told him,

"You little peace of shit killed your brother."

And with those words, she slapped him, and he fell.

She turned and left.

Lying on the ground, feeling the sting of the slap, ten year old Eric knew that day he not only lost his best friend and brother, but also his whole family.

End of flashback....

He hated that he still felt guilty.

He hated the anger in his mother's eyes every time  she looked at him.

It made him want to end his life.

He never deserved to live ever since that day.

His guilt prevented him from doing so.

Prevented him from leaving.

He knew he didn't deserve that chance at life and no one  would tell him otherwise.

His heart wrenched at those thoughts.

He knew what to do....