Tom
After I dropped Sarah off I knew i could never comfort her. I knew it had to kill her dating a guy for 2 years and he dies. No one should ever have to endure pain like that. I couldn't go home to that empty house, I just couldn't. I knew that if I went home I would drink myself into a stupor. I went to crest park and hiked up to the top of the hill. I sat there and started to cry. "this is my fault" I told myself, the park was so empty as i sat there drowning in my own tears.
I had no drinks to drink and no shoulders to cry on; and then there was that heart wrenching factor of my best friends death. "I never meant for any of this to happen. He was supposed to take me not you". I went to my car at the peak of my depression. I pulled a knife out from the glove box and stuck it in my chest. " I'll be with you soon my friend". As I laid there twitching on the ground I saw a pair of feet. I remember only a blur of being drug into a car.