Unfaithful Kill

Suicide...well I may believe in it..or I might be against it. Either ways as I write this rather painful story about a guy who is now laying his head on his bed, with the cough syrup taking place in his body, I would like to tell you guys a story. Well its pretty much a sad story about a teenager who didn’t believe in himself, having fate ahead of faith and blood ahead of love. Ladies and gentlemen, reality or fiction please keep in mind, its from the heart of the lost love. A life where love was a denial syndrome. There was this guy that could not even catch a girl staring at him. A self- esteem as low as the Titanic has sunk. Well guys this ‘dude’ was a pretender, well like a phonny, someone who laughed hard outside, but had tears rolling down his cheeks everytime he is alone in his room.

A guy with an overgrown ambition, with dreams of making it big in the entertainment line, to make his friends and family proud and to prove to people that dreams do come true. Well as he looks back, he realizes that by achieving his dream by the age of 25 has been shattered, as his life will be taken in 2 hours time. A normal person who only has two hours to live, would probably be surrounding his loved ones. His girlfriend perhaps ? Well not this guy, a single guy who looks tough, but pretty soft in the inside would rather spend his time lying on his bed, with tears rolling and his flashbacks of memories. Then he stares at a picture with his mother when he was a kid, and tears begin pouring. He cries silently thinking about how much he loves his mum. He knows how heartbroken it would be for her when she wakes up in the morning only to realize her only son unconscious.

He then has a flashback on how his mum and dad brought him up. He began tearing up again but this time accompanied with a smile. A joy collides with his despair, thinking of the memory when his parent first thought him how to ride a bicycle, how his mum thought him how to read, and when he could not pronounce simple words as he was dyslectic. A strong bond had been shared between this kid and his mom. He idolised her, and loved her to death. This kid was someone strong hearted, willing to take any sort of criticism.

Depression hits this kid one day, and he realizes that his life was partially over. This kid had no one to talk to, well that is what he assumed. He preferred to keep his problems to himself, as he though no one could understand him. He looked at the time and yawned. He felt really sleepy. He smiled and looked at his mums picture one last time and whispered the words , “ I love you mum” and he fell asleep forever.