It was a cold October night, and the wind was so crisp, but soothing. Eddy breathed in deeply, but was interrupted by a slight crack in his voice. He grunted and put his head against one of the swing chains and thought, "What the hell am I doing here?"
Eddy had class the next day. Ed never managed to make it into college and spent his time working at a fast food place; the best job he could get. Double D got accepted into a university, but almost didn't go in fear of leaving his friends behind. Eddy, in a selfless act, insisted he go; saying it would be best for his future. Double D agreed.
Eddy heard from Double D every once in a while over the phone, but Eddy still felt lonely. He did when Double D WAS there. Double D had tried to help him through the bad times. The really bad times.
Eddy looked at his forearms. Slight white lines were barely visible. He rotated his arms slightly into the moon light, where the lines were more visible. He sighed as he thought, "Years ago, but they're still there. Reminding me."
Eddy kicked slightly at the ground as he thought back to the times where he had taken the blade, popped out from a beard razor, and carved into his arms. Double D questioned why Eddy was wearing a sweater in the summer for a while, but eventually gave up on it. Eddy was too stubborn to tell the truth, even when Double D stood by him. And he was always there for him, even without knowing the reason why Eddy was in pain. Double D had always told Eddy that he could tell him anything. Eddy wanted to take Double D up on that offer so many times. Why hadn't he?
Eddy shook his head to himself, not knowing why.
There were a few clouds in the sky, letting the stars and moon shine through.
"What a beautiful night." Eddy thought to himself. He looked out towards the houses in the cul-de-sac. No one had their lights on. Everyone was peacefully sleeping, dreaming about who knows what.
Eddy began to swing more, back and forth. Back and forth.
He tried to think about his past. About what brought him to this moment. But everything was so muddled, so clouded, that he couldn't bring himself to remember anything. Nothing of importance.
That struck a deep chord in Eddy.
In a few hours, his parents would wake up to find him gone from his bedroom. No note saying where he went to. No explanation to them or his friends.
How would they even understand? Eddy never told them anything, so how could they grasp it?
Eddy let his feet drag against the ground to stop the swing from moving. As it came to a stop, it seemed that all the sound from the world had stopped. The breeze had stopped. The crickets had stopped. Everything.
Eddy felt like he was the only soul around.
"Nothing new." He said aloud.
Eddy sat in the swing for a few moments before bringing a revolver from his back pocket, taken from his father's closet, put the barrel in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.
The world heard a deafening boom. Eddy fell to the ground beneath the swing.
The crickets began to chirp.