It was Friday morning. When he woke up, he got out of his bed and made himself ready for school. He felt better than before. Still not great, but, good enough to go to school.
His body might have been at school, sitting in class, but his mind wasn't. Constantly he got distracted by all kind of things. Mrs Lynn, Jasmine, the conversations he had had at night, with the other…
"Don't you think it's time for it? You really should do something about this, you know?"
"If you don't do something about this quick, you're finished."
"I know you'll do it, eventually. Both you and I know it will be the best thing to do."
"Just do it, I know you can."
"I can look right through you. You think things will get better soon. But your hope is all in vain."
"I probably won't see you again."

Maybe… Maybe the other was right… Maybe it was time for it, the best thing to do. Maybe he could do it. Maybe… Now?
Still there was this little voice inside his head. It was like an almost burned out candle, standing in the rain. If the rain wouldn't kill the fire, it would run out of fuel fast. This voice screamed with all his might, he resisted to the thought with all he could. Also, he had the feeling this voice might know what would be the best thing to do for him. But the darkness, the raindrops, made this voice fade away. And soon he was convinced. He knew what he had to do. It couldn't wait any longer, but he was still in time. Strangely, he was even a little excited about it. His total body was filled with fear, resistance and cold. Though, he thought it was curiosity, excitement and desire.
School was over pretty fast, the time had passed quickly. He walked home, with his hands in his pockets. Before crossing the road, he looked very carefully to the left and to the right. He felt the wind, he smelled the air. He looked around him and saw the big, beautiful trees around him. It was like there was a wall around him: he wasn't touched by anything. With empty eyes he looked up to the sky. His feet kept walking, until he was home.

He sat in his room, a bit exhausted of, of… He had no clue. Probably just everything. He sat on a chair. Looking, but without seeing. Hearing, but without listening. Breathing, but without feeling. It was like there was nothing around him, nothing mattered. The wall around him grew bigger: taller and wider. Nothing could come through it anymore. He was an empty body. Not even a sarcastic smile, because of his self-pity. No trembling, shaking, crying, screaming… No feelings.
Something strange happened: the wall seemed to succumb, because of his own weight. First a small crack. It grew bigger bit by bit…
Still, he was sitting. He made not a single movement. He just sat. Not knowing what to feel. Maybe, there was just nothing to feel…
More cracks appeared.

Eventually, he got something from under his bed. It was the same thing he always got from under his bed. He walked to his desk to take a pencil, the right one, his favorite. He sat down. Before writing, he wanted to know something, but, he was afraid of finding out the truth… Although he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know, he looked at some previous pages, and read the names. One name he read out loud: Sylvia Lynn…
The wall around him was full of cracks, some pieces fell off. You could almost hear a rumble, feel the ground shaking, it wouldn't hold it much longer…

He was staring at a blank page. A few seconds he was thinking.
The wall around him had collide.
He shook his head, tried to hold back the tears that were coming, and wrote down something. First his own name, and behind it the date of the next day and a time: 00.02 AM. Quickly he closed it, threw it under his bed, and put on the music. That way, nobody could hear him crying…

As he lay in bed that night, he thought of his whole life. From his birth till this final evening. He didn't write a goodbye letter, neither spoke some last words. He only thought of Jasmine, and prayed for her. He didn't care what would happen to him, he didn't care at all. If only she would be ok, if only she would be fine… Then he would be happy.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was all dark around him. He woke up, but it was still night. He looked at his watch which lay always beside his pillow. He saw the time changing. Now it was 00.03 AM.

This is the end of this story. I hope you liked it : )
I wish you all a Happy New Year! :D