Fed up with the direction his life was heading, Brian decided....that death would be the only escape from is mundane existence of pain and agony. Everyday, he struggled with the constant pain of being an outsider. No one to hang out with, no one to be there for him when he needed a friend, his own parents even abandoned him. And only 16 years old, he was trapped with his abusive foster parents.
His original parents "supposedly" left together on a business trip with his fathers company. They were in the Cayman Islands, where they had supposedly kidnapped, and never heard from again. He happened to be walking by his old home, one day, to witness something horrifying.
He saw his dad hurriedly leaving the house.
He screamed, "DAD, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!" As he ran towards the black van, his dad turned around with a solemn grimmace on his face. This stopped him dead in his tracks. Brain quietly whimpered to himself, "...dad....please don't leave me again..." As he said this, his father's head slowly turned away, and Brian caught a glimpse of a tear falling...
This was three years ago. Since then, Brian was moved into a foster home, with his mothers sister. She was very hostile towards Brian, especially since she hated his father, for unknown reasons. He had spent the last 3 years, living in fear of her constant belittling, and verbal abuse. Whenever she felt she had enough of his smart-assed mouth (which he didn't have), she would send her husband in for the physical abuse.
Brian hated them, and he hated his parents for abandoning him.
His dark, brooding nature made him into an outcast in school, as well. People thought of him as a bit off, or weird. He was never happy, and he never smiled. The "Goth" kids were even afraid to approach him. He had no friends, and this fact was made worse by the fact that he actually wanted to be accepted as he is.
This wasn't meant to be. People were too close-minded. He decided that he only had one path out of this....suicide.
Standing in his room with a pen and a piece of paper, he began to write the final note in his tormented existence...
To everyone who has ever cared for me, to those who hated to see me down...
To those who thought of me, when thinking of a person who made them smile...
To those who just wanted me to be happy; for me to be normal..
To those who would never do anything to hurt me; those who would comfort me...
I am sorry. I was too weak. I just wanted to be happy, and that was too much to ask.
My life, in its twilight, had become painfully hard. I cannot go on.
So, to everyone I have ever made happy, in some form or another...
I am sorry...
And with that, his life ended....
