(Author’s Notes: OK!! This is my first story to be put on this site. I wrote this for my friend for her project for school…so I decided to post it. I got to warn readers that this does contain suicide and if this topic makes you uncomfortable then please don’t read. Also this story it supposed to be a short story so it is only one chapter. Thank You and enjoy!)

The Perfect Life.

“.. And that’s what I said to him."

The paramedic said as his follow worker burst out laughing. "You really said that."

Said the other man between laughs. The laughter ceased as a very worried voice came through the intercom.

" AMBULANCE 67. WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY AT 16 SUNRISE AVENUE, HURRY THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH."

The man at the wheel looked a his fellow worker with worried look and pressed a button and replied, “I copy.”

Silent tears rolled down her face as she seen the paramedics rush upstairs, to try to bring life back into her sons lifeless body leaning against the bathtub. She knew something big was going to happen to her son this day. She knew at the moment she looked in her son’s eyes the morning she left for work…

She grabbed her suitcase and her raincoat as she headed towards the door. She turned around to see her son standing behind her. His bright blond hair usual spiked up now down pressed down against his face. His usual bright blue eyes were now dark blue, a void of sadness. She gave her son a sympathetic look and asked

" What’s wrong sweetheart?"

She waited for a reply and saw him stare at his feet.

"Nothing"

He whispered loudly. He looked up straight into her eyes. A glossy covering of unshed tears filled his eyes as he ran to his mother and hugged her tightly.

“Good-bye mom"

His said breaking the embrace as soon as it started. The he started run up the stairs. She stood still for a couple minutes wondering what just happened. She finely came to her senses and looked at her watch. She was running late for work. She glanced up the stairs were she had seen her son go, she would figure out what’s wrong with him as soon as she got home. With that she got her stuff together and left

That whole morning at work she couldn’t think clearly. All she saw was her young teenage boy with the saddest look in his eyes she had ever seen. She had decided to go home for lunch that day to check on her son. She was driving and she felt a sudden cold shiver shoot up her spine and spread through her body. She knew something was wrong. She pressed down on the gas paddle and rushed home.

She ran through her house door and yelled out his name “JAKE... JAKE HONEY ARE YOU HERE!”

She felt something call her towards the bathroom. She rushed up the stairs and gasped as she saw blood running out from under the door. She ran to the door and tried to open it but, it was locked, she took a step back and rammed into the door bursting open. She looked down and let out a defending scream.

She looked down at her son. He was lid against the bathtub; his head was rest against the top of the bathtub his eyes shadowed and hollow. She gazed down at her son’s wrists. Scars covered his wrists, but none of the compared to the deep gash running up his arm. She looked at his other hand. He was holding his fathers pocketknife; covered in blood. She felt her knees weaken and she fell into the redness below, the life of her son.

Minutes passed and the screaming and crying of the women in pain. She crawled over to her son and shook him.

“WAKE UP!”

She screamed and she shaked him furiously.

“Please wake up!”

She collapsed on her son’s bloody thigh racking with sobs. Minutes passed as she cried hoping for some sign that her son was going to come back to her. She knew he wasn’t.

She had to call the police, ambulance, or something to help her. She got up with the help of the bathroom counter. She got up and looked at her hand it was touching a letter; a letter her son had wrote.

Shakily she grabbed the letter and read it contents:

“You know what I’ve noticed my 15 years of living. That everyone has problems. But the thing I don’t get is that why people decide to go through their lives and act as if nothing is bothering them. They go on there daily walks. They hose down their perfect lawns. They take care of their perfect little square houses that all look the same as the rest of the neighborhoods.

They all think there perfect but in reality there minds are screaming to get out of the “perfect life their living”.

My mind was screaming too. I lived a pathetic life. I was one of the most popular people at school. I could be surrounded by so many people and still feel the emptiness I feel everyday. It make no different what clique you belong to or what u look like of who u hang out with.

Everyone has problems and why must people act as if there not there. So I decided to answer my mind. I wanted to get out. So I found the way that I could get out. Now I’m free. I'm sorry mom I must be putting you threw so much pain and I’m sorry for that. I hope my death help other people to realize that no ones perfect and everyone has problems and that’s no reason to judge them, like I did. I’m sorry everyone. I truly am.

Good-bye.”

She looked up at the paramedic’s carrying her son on a stretcher with a white blanket over him, stained with red. She looked down at the crumbled blood stained letter in her hand to her son being carried out the door. ' Your right Jake, know ones perfect ' she though as a silent tears rolled down her face.

The End.