He sat with flowers in his hands. His eyes were closed because he was
so tired. He got enough sleep, but he was tired from all the crying, all
the pain. He couldn't stand it. He got up and walked away, leaving a trail
of tears behind him.
He went to what became one of his least favorite places ever. I can't do this, he thought. He looked at the sun and closed his eyes. He continued on. He's been there many times before, so why was this so hard? Because now I know he's dead, he thought. He started crying again. He got down on his knees. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?" He screamed. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" He stopped and realized what he was doing. He got up and continued on, to the place of hell.
When he got to the entrance, he couldn't go in. Yes, you can. He wants you to. He's watching you right now. He knows what you're going through. He feels your pain, he thought. He sat down. His head hurt. He pulled out his Advil and took three. I'm ready, he thought. He closed his eyes and remembered. He remembered all the good times. Bike rides and video games. But he also remembered the bad times. Fights, girl problems, bullies and drugs. He started crying again. He had to do this. He had to pull through for him. He went inside.
He looked at his surroundings and couldn't believe he was here again. You know you hate coming here, but you're doing the right thing, he thought. He went to the tombstone. He put the flowers down and prayed. Lord, I know I never pray. EVER. But listen to me please. Keep him safe and watch over him. Let him enter your kingdom in heaven and be safe. Keep him up there no matter what. He got up, made sure the flowers were in there usual spot, and walked away.
Seth Cohen sat on a bench. The weatherman said that there would be no wind, so he didn't worry. But he felt a breeze blow past him. He looked at the woman three benches away, and her hair wasn't moving. He went back to the tombstone. "Thanks," he said as he stared at the writing:
RYAN ATWOOD 1987-2004 LOVING BROTHER, DEVOTED FRIEND. OUR PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU ALWAYS.
He went to what became one of his least favorite places ever. I can't do this, he thought. He looked at the sun and closed his eyes. He continued on. He's been there many times before, so why was this so hard? Because now I know he's dead, he thought. He started crying again. He got down on his knees. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?" He screamed. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" He stopped and realized what he was doing. He got up and continued on, to the place of hell.
When he got to the entrance, he couldn't go in. Yes, you can. He wants you to. He's watching you right now. He knows what you're going through. He feels your pain, he thought. He sat down. His head hurt. He pulled out his Advil and took three. I'm ready, he thought. He closed his eyes and remembered. He remembered all the good times. Bike rides and video games. But he also remembered the bad times. Fights, girl problems, bullies and drugs. He started crying again. He had to do this. He had to pull through for him. He went inside.
He looked at his surroundings and couldn't believe he was here again. You know you hate coming here, but you're doing the right thing, he thought. He went to the tombstone. He put the flowers down and prayed. Lord, I know I never pray. EVER. But listen to me please. Keep him safe and watch over him. Let him enter your kingdom in heaven and be safe. Keep him up there no matter what. He got up, made sure the flowers were in there usual spot, and walked away.
Seth Cohen sat on a bench. The weatherman said that there would be no wind, so he didn't worry. But he felt a breeze blow past him. He looked at the woman three benches away, and her hair wasn't moving. He went back to the tombstone. "Thanks," he said as he stared at the writing:
RYAN ATWOOD 1987-2004 LOVING BROTHER, DEVOTED FRIEND. OUR PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU ALWAYS.