This is a true story. My story. The one I

This is a true story. My story. The one I thought I'd never tell.

To anyone. Except that dude with the weasel. I might have told him. Or his weasel. That night is still a bit blurry in my head. Anyway, my story. Yes.The one I'd never tell. It all

started in the Summer of...uhh...in the Summer of...or was it the Winter? Ah! It was the Spring! I remember because I had a spring in my step! Yes! So it was Fall, and I remem

-olate square- milk chocolate, my favorite. I took a sip of my coffee, the lazy steam wafting up from my "World's Best Mom" mug to fog my glasses. I loved my easy sunday mornings.

Suddenly, the phone rang. The police were on the other line. They said they had my son down at the office. Looks like my lazy Sunday morning just turned into a Mother's nightmare.

I got into the car and drove to the station. Being the multi-tasker I am, I managed to remind myself to drive with both hands on the wheel, all the while hoping for my hand to slip

I needed the sweet relief of death. it was so close, and I wanted it so badly. I felt I had all the power to make others sad, and filled with regret. I needed death, they hurt me

now I would do the hurting. But my dying didn't stop my hurting & their's only added to mine until I hated them for making me do that to them then I'd realize the vicious cycle I'd

Had begun back in 1974AD. It was now 2274AD and someone put a hefty price on my head if I died. Thus someone made millions off my untimely death and the money was worthless