NEVER
It’s 8:57 and I’m sitting in my room just writing when there’s a
knock on my door. Thinking it’s my mom calling me for dinner I open the door
but no one’s there.
I walk into the hall. It’s empty.
I go in my brother’s room. Empty.
A bead of sweat trickles down my face.
Taking deep breaths and small shaky steps, I walk towards my
parents’ room. And someone taps me on the back. I bite my lip, take a deep
breath and turn around.
No one is there.
The lights start to flicker. I fall on my knees and start calling
out to my parents. But there is no reply.
Next thing I know there is someone standing in front of me.
It can’t be! It’s Steven!
Steven was a boy in my 10th grade, but he had died! He
had committed suicide! No one knows why.
“You want to know why?” he spoke in a deep voice like he could
read my thoughts.
“Do you remember the way you tortured me?” he continued, not
waiting for an answer.
“You bullied me a lot, you tripped me when I walked into the class,
you teased me, you played pranks on me. I never had a friend. Not even one. The
ones I had? You stole them. They rushed to you because you were so cool and had
expensive gadgets. I was broken, confused, lost. My only option…. was death.
That’s why I killed myself. Because you ruined my life.”
He said pointing towards me and disappeared, leaving me on the
floor, shaking and crying.
Just then, my parents opened the front door and saw me in a
horrible state.
I was taken to the doctor but he couldn’t really help.
I am better now. But I am still afraid.
That guilt will never die.
Never.
