Finally Gone (ZeroG57's Awesome Challenge!).

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boy is sick of living his life. You see his parent's died 7 years ago and he had to live with his grandparents, they made his life miserable.

Submitted: July 08, 2009

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GO TO THE COMMENTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Day after day, people try to describe themselves in a paragraph. Does anybody ever actually succeed in telling people who they are in words? No of course not. That's why I don't write letters to my grandparents from college. You see, my parents died in a car crash 7 years ago leaving me to either go into foster care or live with my grandparents. But the decision was made for me, by my grandparents. I was thrilled at the time. I didn't want to bounce around from family to family in the foster system. Little did I know, living with my grandparents was my own hell on earth. They were overprotective and my grandma tried to make me wear these old man clothes she claimed were \"high fashion\". Only thing was she made them herself. Also, my grandparents were always fighting. Plus, I don't think they ever really wanted me. They were just afraid of what people would say if they found out that my grandparents could have taken me and sent me to foster care instead. They were all about their image. They're worse then The Upper East and West sides residents in New York City. About 3 months after I went to live with my grandparents, I went emo. And when I say emo, I mean I started to cut myself. And now that I'm gone, well, turns out i can't handle college either. Life sucks and eventually you die, so why not just shorten my lifespan? So i picked up the metal and dark brown wood gun. It was very cold in my hand but I didn't care, it just meant the last temperature I would feel was the cold. Some people call what I have depression, they think it's a sickness. Only sickness's can be cured. I can't be. So now I'm not only going to be gone to myself but everybody around me.

And with the thought of wondering if in the after-life I would be any happier then I was now, I took the gun to my temple and the last thing I heard was the boobing sound echoing from the gun as I ended my life on Earth and started my new life, whether that new life would take place in heaven or hell, I didn't know. All's I did know was that I was finally gone.


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