I just got this idea around 2:00 in the morning, and I was like half asleep, and I knew if I didn't type it out I would forget it. So here it is. Warning: it will be kind of sad. Please R&R.
I silently made my way through the maze of trees, occasionally ducking to avoid a low hanging branch. I was finally going to see him today, after one year of avoiding him. I heard a low rumble of thunder and felt a few small raindrops fall on my face. I know he will still be there, waiting, even in the rain. I walked along a narrow dirt path for most of the way, but I eventually had to venture into the dense foliage as I grew closer. After a few minutes I came to a small clearing. By now it was pouring. I unconsciously ran my hand through my short raven hair. There he was. Same as before. I sat down next to him. "Hey, buddy. How have you been?" He didn't answer, but then again he never does anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, but I was really busy this past year. It is really hard not being able to talk to you anymore," I said quietly as I glanced down at him. Sigh. The marble marker was glistening in the constant downpour. It was beautiful, just like he was.
James David Diamond
Beloved singer, son, and brother
He was sweet, kind, and would do anything for his friends
He was much too young
Tears swarmed my vision as I thought of him. I knew the pressure of Hollywood was getting to all of us, but I never knew it affected him like that much. The pressure to be thin destroyed him. He stopped eating and exercised constantly. What little he did eat, he would purge up almost immediately. The pressure to look perfect broke him. He spent hours fixing his hair and choosing outfits, and occasionally would lock himself in the bathroom if he didn't look just the way he wanted. The pressure to dance and sing without a single mistake shattered him. He spent most of his time practicing dance routines and singing songs, trying to perfect them. The pressure to hide his depression and scars ended him. Red lines, hidden behind wristbands and bandanas, covered his arms. The grief and sorrow ate away at him until he was a shell of his former self. All this resulted in him becoming what he is today. Dead. Now it didn't just destroy him. It broke all of us. Kendall tried to commit suicide and was put in rehab. He barely recognizes any of us anymore. Carlos never smiles anymore because the other Hollywood Super Party King of Hollywood is no longer with him. He also has severe break downs from time to time. And me. I never went to medical school. Instead, I am a therapist. Trying to prevent this from happening to others. "Well, Jamie. Are you finally happy?" I shouted up to the heavens. "You got what you wanted. Right? You wanted your life to end. Well, you made sure it did. But, at what price? Now we're miserable. You could have asked for help. We would have stuck by you. But, no, you took matters into your own hands. You ended your life early. You gave up. You lost the only game that mattered. The game of life," I finished with tears streaming down my face. "I miss you," I whispered falling to my knees."We all do." With tears still streaming down my cheeks, I stood up and silently slipped away from the clearing. As I took a final glance at the marble marker, the rain fell harder, almost as if someone in heaven was weeping along with me. And I could have sworn I heard a choked apology whispered in the wind. Please forgive me.
One mistake
That is all it takes
To lose at this game
A game of chance
A game of tragedy
A game of perseverance
Cast the die
Move your piece
End your turn
Move toward the finish line
To claim your prize
Wait patiently
Your turn is now
Choose your path
Left or right
The end is a few spaces ahead
Wait
Why do you surrender
You have too much to gain
It is too late
You give in
Time to pay the price
You reach the end
You claim your prize
You skipped ahead
You ended too early
You forfeited your turn
You will learn
The hard way
The game will teach you
The game of chance
The game of tragedy
The game of perseverance
The game of endings
The game of beginnings
The game of life
Well, sniff, I was crying at the end of writing this. Please tell me what you think. Have a great day!
