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The loud sound of running footsteps could be heard throughout the whole house; when one door was opened the owner of the hand which opened it let out an ear piercing scream.
"My baby!" she yelled, running up to the cold body of what was her son.
The boy lay silently in the corner of the room, dried up tear stains had left their mark on his pale, white skin.
The father of the cold child ran into the room, and let out a sharp gasp when he saw his lifeless son. The man fell to the floor next to his wife. Both of them were kneeling by the boy tears of their own falling from their eyes and their hearts breaking with each second that passes.
Neither of them bothered to get a phone, because they both knew it was no use. So they cried on the floor next to their son, praying that this is all a dream and they would wake up in the morning to see the face of their young boy, but they both knew it was too good to be true.
Their son was a great boy, although he was arrogant and self-centered, no one deserves to go through all the pain and suffering that he did; the pain of having your heart broken by your soul mate. The suffering of living with a broken heart that tears you to pieces with every breath you breathe. That's what love dose to you, because "All good things in life must come to an end". The boy did something stupid, the girl got mad and upset, then broke-up with him. Leaving the boy crushed and shattered like glass.
The boy became depressed. He never left his room, he never stopped the tears when they fell, he never accepted the supposed to be comforting hugs from his mother, and he'd just push her away and yell at her to leave him alone. His father tried to at least get him to leave his room, but failed on every attempt
They both watched in fear as their son drifted farther and farther away. They could always hear the low sobs escaping from his room, and every night his mother would get out of bed and walk to his room. When she in the hall next to his door she'd lean, with her back to the wall, against the wall and slide down to the floor. There in that one spot, she'd wait. She would sit there listening to his sobs, tears falling from her own eyes. She'd wait for hours, next to his door, so if he needed her she'd get to him in a heartbeat.
Then one tragic night, the boy's sobs were never heard. Curious his mother walked down the halls to his room like she did every night, but halfway there a bang erupted through the halls. The woman dashed towards her son's room, her feet slapping the ground as she ran.
She opened the door to be met by her son. He had blood spilling from his head, the crimson liquid soaking into the carpet. The sight is what made her scream, but the part of which it's her son made her run to his body and break down on the floor. Her husband joined her not to long afterwards.
A tear stained note rested in the child's hand. The woman picked it up slowly and read it.
Dear Mom & Dad,
I'm sorry, but I could not live with the pain I felt. Don't
think that it was your fault, or Sonny's fault. It was mine
for being stupid 'ole me. Tell Sonny I love her, please. I
know suicide is never the answer, but I just couldn't live
with all the pain anymore it hurts to much. I love
you guys, always know that.
Goodbye 'Till It's Your Time,
Chad Dylan Cooper
As I said in the summary this one-shot is based off a true story, every detail of this is true, except the suicide letter. The suicide letter is a little personal which is why I did not rewrite it with different names.
So please review, it would mean the world to me.