Evan dragged his feet on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes. He was at an old Apple Orchard. He technically wasn't supposed to be out, but his mom wouldn't know she was working at the hospital again. He sat down, his back against a tall tree. He grabbed an old, tore up journal. He flipped through a few pages which we all filled up with his handwriting. He remembered writing every page.
May 13, 2017
White Oak, (Quercus Alba)
The white oak tree is native to eastern and central North America. The oldest documented White Oak tree was about four hundred fifty years old. The bark is most likely going to be a light grey, and rarely white. Most white oak trees can reach about a total of 100 feet tall, but the tallest recorded tree was 140 feet tall. The live for around 200 to 300 years.
That journal entry went on for five more pages, because at the time Evan kept gushing about the pretty leaves. He smiled weakly, his tears still escaping from his eyes. His breathing was shaky. The only reason he had begun to cry was because of the annoying voice in his head. Wow, what a nerd, no wonder you have no friends. Are you really gonna do that? Why do you think no one likes you? Its because you do that? God, did you see how she looked at you, she must think your a freak...then again is she wrong? Why are you're stupid hands so sweaty? You're so worthless, nobody would even notice is you died!
Evan tugged on his short hair, slightly shaking. He grabbed his tree journal and threw it far away from him. He would do it..yes. He should just give in, after all..what if his..voice was right. God, what was he talking 'if' his voice was definitely right. Nobody even knows he exists..so..he should just not exist. Death was the way to get rid of his stress, his problems, his..pain. Evan had decided what he was going to do. Maybe his voice wasn't so stupid after all..
He climbed one of his favorite trees, and took in the scenery before letting go.