The Halfa Wannabe
Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Nuetron or any associated characters.
Jimmy sat at his desk with a pen in his hand. He looked over at the object sitting next to him and settled down to write.
ToMom and Dad,
By the time you read this, It may be too late to tell you how much I love you. I wish I could have been a better son, but all I ever thought about was myself and my inventions and I guess that is still true. Since Carl and Sheen moved away my life has gotten steadily worse. I know I have told you that I was okay but I lied. With everything happening to me lately, I have become desperately depressed. I have only a couple of regrets that I have to let out here. I am sorry for being so selfish as to leave you like this. I wish I could have brought you more joy while I was with you. My second greatest regret is that I could never tell her how much I loved her. I wish you all the best in life. I'm sorry.
Love,
James Isaac Nuetron.
Jimmy read his work looking it over to make sure it said everything it needed to say. With a final sigh he picked up the solid weight of the revolver and placed it in his mouth.
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Cindy was sitting at her window as she did most nights wondering why she simply couldn't tell him how much she loved him. Instead she constantly tortured him and made fun of him in every way she could. She was still watching the shadow that was cast on his curtains when the sound of a bullet rang out sharp and clear. Then the shadow that belonged to her love slumped down below the window.
Treating others with disrespect can have many consequences many times people cannot deal with their problems if they feel that they have nobody. Think about the consequences of your actions before you treat others like they were nothing.