I'm stuck in a mental tyranny. My whole life is a psychological test, all against my brain and body function but, I think I've had enough. I have had enough of being stuck here, had enough of being locked up. I want freedom so, I will get it. I'm going to make my life better. I will listen to everyone to who proved me wrong, I'm putting myself to a peaceful end.

{ The rest of this series will be put in my perspective and I hope everyone has the most beautiful life, the most beautiful dreams. Because, all of you deserve it. }

I was walking home from my friends house, from the past few days, they were perfect. No one had gotten hurt, no one had blinked an eye to negativity. Only a small break down the night before. I had been walking for almost twenty minutes, my stomach knotted up and felt horrible. Like, if you hadn't eaten for a day, or missed a meal, I felt extremely sick. I started to run home thinking I was going to throw up in the middle of the road. I didn't have my phone with me because Jason had it so, I ran faster, feeling even more sick for each step I took.
I finally got home and almost fell over on the door trying to stop my fast pace. I pushed my hands to the door and quickly jumped back feeling something almost sticky all over the palms of my hands. I looked at the door then screwed up my face in confusion then, checked my hands and almost felt the need to drop them from my body, just the way you would drop anything from fear. I gasped, backing away from the front door, staring in a horrified awe at what was written. A smeared, " Game Over" written in- blood?! The same blood all over my hands. I panicked trying to push the door open but, my hands kept slipping away from the silver colored knob. I rushed to wipe my hands off all over my jeans, pausing the song I was listening to. Something by Pentatonix if I remember correctly and, I turn the door knob and shove my weight on the door as it flew open.
There he was, towering over me with a gun pointed to my head.
" Don't move. " Jason sounded so heart broken, his voice cracking even though he was whispering as softly as he could. I stood there, I listened. I didn't want to die- at least not like this.
He slowly backed away, still facing me, still had the loaded gun pointed at me. He dragged the tip of his socks across the floor and kept the slow movements until he hit the back wall of his living room. He shivered and glared straight through me then started to shake as he sluggishly turned the gun to his forehead. He put his free hand out for me not to move after pushing my foot out in front of me to stop him.
" Put that down Jason. It's okay- come on. We can talk about all of this. Put the gun down." My voice was easy, trying not to sound bossy, rude, or in any way like a threat.
He was almost vibrating as he slowly shook his head and clamped his eyes shut letting tears fall down his face. He put his hand down then over his mouth, digging his fingers into his skin. He shook his head again, pressing the barrel of the gun to his head. He just stood there, I tried to move and he squeezed the trigger just enough for me to stop moving. He eased his grip and he slowly bent down and put the gun on the ground, keeping his palm flat to the gun.
" Alright, that's good. Now come here, it's all okay tell me what happened Jase." I tried to use a cute nickname to help lighten the mood, to further the fact that I wasn't there to hurt him.
He took a brisk move and right before I could even breath in, he pulled the gun up and shot. There was blood running down his forehead, already covering half of his face. His head slid down to lay on his shoulder as his body fell over to the ground.
I ran over to him, screaming out for him. I trembled to a bend and knee and hugged him as close as I could, sobbing into his side, letting his blood run down into my hair, over my face.
Cops were there in about ten or so minutes after the neighbors called for the gunshot. They kicked down the door and saw the suicidal scene.
The blood stains still remain on the walls. I'm still picking out the things he wanted me to keep.

It's sad that no one knows yet. I'm all by myself for now.

~~ Erica Rose Douglas~~
May his body rest in peace on his way to his new home.
-Rest In Peace-
Jason De'andrea Grey