It's Not the End

Chap.1

Two years ago today, they left me. Two years ago today, they thought it would be a great idea to go on a road trip. Two years today, they died because of a drunk driver. And here I sit in a bar drinking my soul and sorrows away.

Here I am hurting and drinking, letting no one know how I feel. I feel empty yet I'm in pain, like there isn't anything else for me in life to live for.

Finishing my glass of Bourbon, I get up putting a bit of money on the table and leave. I look at my phone, 7%, 2:23 am and its cold yet I feel nothing. Not the coldness, not the tears running down my face not the rain poring down on me. Nothing.

Is it depressing? Yes. Can I change it? I could but I can't. Will it ever change? Probably not. I mean how can you fix a broken heart? What are you supposed to do? Your parents die, you're alone, have no friends, you feel lost and your supposed to be all happy, smile.. when you know exactly that you can't...?

I'm alone in this world, it's me against everything and everyone else. No friends, no family just the people that adopted you and don't do anything but abuse and r**e you. Sure it's better than living on the streets but I don't think my ribs can take anymore beating.

Looking up at the sky, I see the Moon, the stars and the wide open and all I can think about is that even though they are far apart, they still have each other. I don't know where I am tbh, not physically and especially not mentally.

I continue walking, I don't know where to but I go on. Looking forward, I see something. No sure what it is but I know it shouldn't be there. I speed up and jog up to what now looks like a person. The closer I get the better I see the figure. It's a Male, not short more on the taller spectrum. He has short dark hair and is wearing dark clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" I yell from where I am. He turnes his head and all I see is his teeth now showing. Is- is he smiling at me? He turnes around again and I have this weird gut feeling. I speed up again sprinting over to the male who was now stepping forward. "S-Stop! Please." I yell out to him.

He turnes around again this time his face covered in tears. I smile slightly, coming to a halt Infront of him. "Hey.." I try getting a reaction out of him but he just looks at me sadly.

"What are you doing out here at this time of night?" I ask getting even closer, just wanting to see what's behind him. I was sad to find that there was nothing behind him just nothing. Looking back at him I smile again, this time a sad smile. "Whatever your going through...doing this- it'll only hurt those around you. Doing this, is only going to bring pain to those around you-" "I ha-have no one. That's- why I'm doing this..." He says in a ruff voice.

Poor guy sounds like he's been crying a lot...

"Would you want to talk about it?" I ask, looking at him though my lashes, because this dude like tall next to me. He looks back at me and gives me a tight nod. I go and sit on the ledge he was standing on just minutes before. "Come sit." I say and pat the spot next to me.

"Tell me what's going on, I'll listen and won't interrupt you. I'll sit here, listening, and when your done I'll talk." I say looking ahead. Not hearing anything from him I turn my head to look at him. "Is that okay?" I ask slowly. He just looks at me giving me a small smile. "Okay, you can start whenever your ready." I say looking straight ahead again.

He sighs, "I get bullied in school and today it was worse than any other day. They didn't do their usual mocking and tripping me...no they went all in today. Usually they just do light stuff, like taking my lunch or my drink, tripping me in the hallway, calling me slurs, laugh at me and all that but today they just...they started beating me out of no where. I don't know why but I was just putting away my books and all of a sudden I'm being pulled away from my locker and thrown against the opposite wall... It hurt but I didn't let it show. I know that would have been what they wanted but I'm not week. I've been through this at home, getting pushed, punched, kicked and all that but it doesn't mean it didn't hurt." All I hear was a nother sigh and him taking a shaky breath.

Why do kids do this these days? Like hurting each other?

"When I got up to walk away one of them, I think his name is Marcos? Thought it would be fun if they push my head in the trashcan.... And I'm just tired at being treated like literal s**t. Im 17 for ducks sake, I should be out partying, drinking doing all the things the kids my age do and yet all I do is study, clean the house because my foster parents can't keep a house clean and that's it."

He turns looking at me, "I'm sorry, I don't want to burden you with more of my s**t. I should just jump and get rid of the problem I am..."

I look at him and sigh, "Is it okay if I talk now?" I ask slowly. He just nods not looking at but tooling out into nothing.

"I know what your going through..." I pause for a second wanting to see his reaction. I got nothing. "I was 15 going onto 16 when my parents passed away two years ago. Today, actually. It's their two year Death Anniversary... Wich means I was also in the system, living in families that didn't except me for who I am. I mean all families I was moved to were all Caucasian, now imagine the looks I got as a black woman. Sure they treated me good first but it all went downhill once I reached the four week mark....then I turned into a slave...they told me that's what I was and that's what my ancestors were." Chuckling I look at the night sky. "Funny thing is that that's not all they did. They shared me, shared my body, r***d me abused me physically and mentally. So yeah you have school bullies but I have a 'family' that does stuff like that."

I now look at the boy sitting next to me who's face was one of shock.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry for putting my drama on you....you have problems and I just dumped mine onto you." I kann see him starting to tear up. "Don't cry, I'm okay I promise."

I get up and dust off my clothes. I hold out my hand to him, "c'mon boy I'll let you crash at my place and then I'm coming to school with you tomorrow." Looking confused he grabs my hand. "Are you sure??" I look at him nodding, "Yeah ain't got nun better to do."

And just like that I picked up a boy who wanted to Comit suicide because of bullying.

Ma, Pa, I hope you're proud.