Talking to the past
I am looking out on the edge of my balcony till I finally step over the edge. I begin wondering where it all went wrong. Recognizing that if I would have saw the signs we would have had answers for why he did it.
But I remember it as if it was yesterday.
It all started when I was in high school, when I found out the world was crooked for blaming innocent people for things they had never done. I had hope that life would get better the more it went on but unfortunately nothing goes as planned. Please believe me when I say that the people who are closest to you can be the ones to hurt you the most.
I grew up in an abusive household with 5 siblings. People around my neighborhood thought we lived in a caring loving environment. My mother was a lawyer and my father was a Firefighter. No one knew what really went down behind the curtains, but I never lost hope that things would get better. I had no one till I met my best friend William in middle school. He was a A straight student who played sports. Everyone loved him till he made a mistake then everyone turned on him but me. I knew what it was like to be different I've always been odd never been particularly good at anything so meeting someone who understood that made me feel a sense of relief.
My whole middle school year went by fast; because William was around all the time always seemed to do that when I was with him. The summer before High school was when things start to change. I went into foster care after people started to suspect our house hold wasn't normal. Leaving my old life behind made me paint way to new possibilities the only thing I didn't leave behind was William.
In High school everything seemed to be turning upside down for the better. I was finally able to make friends with my peers. Everything seemed great from the surface.
No one knows why he did it or who could have done something to push him over the edge. Well everyone except for me because life seemed to be going great but on the bottom everything was falling apart.
William was changing as soon as we entered High school. He seemed a lot happier always had a smile on his face even when others were making fun of him or I wonder sometimes if I had just tried harder he would still be with me today.
If he was truly innocent why would he take his life?
