My True Fate

All I could hear was the raucous laughing of the class… My head was throbbing with immense pain… I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to get out of there… I snatched my bag from the chair's grasp and ran as fast as my legs could carry me, to the only place I knew was safe… My brother’s arms…

When I arrived at my door, all I could think about was talking to Micheal… I ran to his bedroom, only to find his lifeless body laying on the carpet… ‘No! Not my Micheal!’ I rushed to his side and saw the cause of death, he had cut his wrists and bled out… ‘Why!? Why would you do this?! Where was Mum when you did this?!’ I lifted his head to rest it on my lap as I shut my eyes as tightly as my body would allow. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It was too much to handle. I let a hot tear run down my face and land on Micheal’s ice-cold cheek…

After a few hours, I heard the bedroom creek open… My eyes fluttered open like the wings of a fledgling leaving the nest for the first time, but stung like snake’s venom spreading through the body of its next victim. I looked up to the doorway to find the figure of my Mum standing there. I couldn’t really see her face through my tears… She was holding something, but I couldn’t tell what it was… “It’s a suicide note… I found it on the stairs…” she said, trying to be as strong as she could. It didn’t last very long as she burst into tears. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her as I cried with her. A few minutes later, I let go and took the note from Mum’s hand…

When you read this, I will already be gone… You won’t understand why I did this but you deserve an explanation so… I did this to protect you both, especially you Sam… You’re my Sammy and always will be… My little Sammy… Don’t blame yourself… I love you and I’m sorry…

Yours, Micheal xxx

What am I going to do? This is all my fault…

The next day came around and what happened yesterday was still fresh in my mind. I really didn’t want to go to school, I couldn’t face the bullies, but I was already in trouble. I had to go to detention for a fight that I didn’t even start. I was the one being beaten… The day started as I expected it to… But then it hit me like a ton of bricks… ‘People are going to know what happened to Micheal and I’m going to get the end of it. The bad end of it.’ I dragged my feet to my next class and that’s when it happened. Lucinda, the leader of the bullies, shoved me against the wall and yelled “HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DIE! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!” and then ran off…

All day that sentence pestered me, like a moth to a light bulb… ‘IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!’ In a way she told me the truth, it should have been me… It was my fault no matter what Micheal had said! It was my fate, not his… And now it is my turn to lie where he lay… That was my mind made up. I ran home and straight to Micheal’s room. I ransacked through his draws… I was looking for his army knife… Once I had found it, I ran to the nearest alleyway…