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Witness
By Dark Inzanity (c) 2002
Chapter 5
I stood there in the kitchen and I watched him walk away. David. My brother, my twin. He had rejected me because of what I had done. Things I did not chose, but had no choice in doing.
I didn't dare go after him. I couldn't. I couldn't explain what happened, couldn't justify any of it. Starting with the decision to go to Texas. None of this mess would have happened if I hadn't gone to Texas.
I cleaned the kitchen, always hoping David would come back inside before I finished. I resisted the urge to look out the back door to see if he was even out there. I didn't want to know if he wasn't.
I had lost him. He had rejected me and I didn't blame him. He would never be able to look at me again without remembering what I had done, what I had been a part of. That night, that one stupid night, defined who I had become. It made me who I was.
There was only one choice left for me. Not even a choice really, but just one thing left for me to do.
I didn't want to live without Davey. I couldn't live without him. I wouldn't.
I took the biggest, longest, sharpest knife from the cutting block and headed up to my room. I sat at my desk and wrote a short note.
i Dear Mom,
I regret that you have to find me this way. I know there will be a mess and you will have a hard time cleaning it up. I am truly sorry, but I see no other way. My life is over, and I can not face another night knowing how you and Davey must feel. I have made a mess, I have disappointed you beyond forgiveness. Through it all I loved you and I pray for you that you will find peace somehow now that I am gone. I love you, Mom. Please tell the others I love them too.
Love Sam i Dear Davey,
All my life I looked up to you, and I didn't usually mind being in your shadow. You were my brother, my twin, my other half. We had good days and bad days, but always we talked about everything and we never went to bed angry. Tonight I felt your anger, your disappointment, your total lack of support. I don't blame you for any of it. I can't. I know I made a huge mistake, and I understand how you feel. I feel the same way, really. I hate myself, Davey. I hate that I went to Texas, I hated being so far from you and Mom and home. I did what I had to do to survive, and there isn't time to try to explain any of that. Just know I love you and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I has to be this way. Good bye, Davey.
Love, Sam i
I folded the two pieces of paper neatly and scribbled 'Mom' on the letter for her, and 'Davey' on the one for my brother. I left them both on my bed and I took the knife into the bathroom. I shut, and locked the door, turned on the shower.
I couldn't wait on an opportunity to get Kevin's gun. Realistically it probably wouldn't happen anyway. Even if Mom and I went to Kevin and Lucy's house, I'd never be able to sneak away to Kevin and Lucy's bedroom to get the gun.
I would just have to settle for cutting my wrists. In the end it wouldn't matter because the final result would be the same.
I put the knife on the side of the tub while I took off my clothes. The water felt good when I stepped under its stream. I sat down in the tub and picked up the knife.
The first contact stung and I almost cried out as I dug the blade deep. The blood flowed quickly, a rushing river of crimson. After I cut the other arm, I lay back, my arms at my sides to let the blood flow freely. I closed my eyes and thought about…nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I felt good. There was no pain, just a warm, steady current pulsing through me. The end would be quick.
There was no light, no grandma appearing to meet me and lead me through. Just a rising blackness, and I felt like I was swimming in it. The current was strong, and I didn't even try to fight it. I let it pull me under.
Death wasn't so bad after all.
*.~.*
Well, what do you think? Depending n the response this may be the end of the story. So, put your thoughts and opinions in review and I'll see what happens after that…
Don't forget the feedback/review!
Witness
By Dark Inzanity (c) 2002
Chapter 5
I stood there in the kitchen and I watched him walk away. David. My brother, my twin. He had rejected me because of what I had done. Things I did not chose, but had no choice in doing.
I didn't dare go after him. I couldn't. I couldn't explain what happened, couldn't justify any of it. Starting with the decision to go to Texas. None of this mess would have happened if I hadn't gone to Texas.
I cleaned the kitchen, always hoping David would come back inside before I finished. I resisted the urge to look out the back door to see if he was even out there. I didn't want to know if he wasn't.
I had lost him. He had rejected me and I didn't blame him. He would never be able to look at me again without remembering what I had done, what I had been a part of. That night, that one stupid night, defined who I had become. It made me who I was.
There was only one choice left for me. Not even a choice really, but just one thing left for me to do.
I didn't want to live without Davey. I couldn't live without him. I wouldn't.
I took the biggest, longest, sharpest knife from the cutting block and headed up to my room. I sat at my desk and wrote a short note.
i Dear Mom,
I regret that you have to find me this way. I know there will be a mess and you will have a hard time cleaning it up. I am truly sorry, but I see no other way. My life is over, and I can not face another night knowing how you and Davey must feel. I have made a mess, I have disappointed you beyond forgiveness. Through it all I loved you and I pray for you that you will find peace somehow now that I am gone. I love you, Mom. Please tell the others I love them too.
Love Sam i Dear Davey,
All my life I looked up to you, and I didn't usually mind being in your shadow. You were my brother, my twin, my other half. We had good days and bad days, but always we talked about everything and we never went to bed angry. Tonight I felt your anger, your disappointment, your total lack of support. I don't blame you for any of it. I can't. I know I made a huge mistake, and I understand how you feel. I feel the same way, really. I hate myself, Davey. I hate that I went to Texas, I hated being so far from you and Mom and home. I did what I had to do to survive, and there isn't time to try to explain any of that. Just know I love you and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I has to be this way. Good bye, Davey.
Love, Sam i
I folded the two pieces of paper neatly and scribbled 'Mom' on the letter for her, and 'Davey' on the one for my brother. I left them both on my bed and I took the knife into the bathroom. I shut, and locked the door, turned on the shower.
I couldn't wait on an opportunity to get Kevin's gun. Realistically it probably wouldn't happen anyway. Even if Mom and I went to Kevin and Lucy's house, I'd never be able to sneak away to Kevin and Lucy's bedroom to get the gun.
I would just have to settle for cutting my wrists. In the end it wouldn't matter because the final result would be the same.
I put the knife on the side of the tub while I took off my clothes. The water felt good when I stepped under its stream. I sat down in the tub and picked up the knife.
The first contact stung and I almost cried out as I dug the blade deep. The blood flowed quickly, a rushing river of crimson. After I cut the other arm, I lay back, my arms at my sides to let the blood flow freely. I closed my eyes and thought about…nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I felt good. There was no pain, just a warm, steady current pulsing through me. The end would be quick.
There was no light, no grandma appearing to meet me and lead me through. Just a rising blackness, and I felt like I was swimming in it. The current was strong, and I didn't even try to fight it. I let it pull me under.
Death wasn't so bad after all.
*.~.*
Well, what do you think? Depending n the response this may be the end of the story. So, put your thoughts and opinions in review and I'll see what happens after that…