• I stared at the clock ticking on the wall. I didn't want to waste my time anymore. I went out of my front door and walked to my friend's house. This was the day of excitement. This was the day that I got to actually live. I was tired of being stuck in my house and at school. I wasted my life every day until today...

    I got some beer on the way. I was tired of thinking about all of my pain. Today I was going to feel freedom. But these feelings don't belong to me, they were what my friend felt.

    She came to my house for an escape. So we drank some beer. After a lot of laughter she had tears in hr eyes. But this wasn't from laughing to hard; it was from her pain. She was having flashbacks. She told me she had to go and be free. I hugged her close and told her not to go. After all, if her life was this bad it had to get better.

    Now I'm standing at her grave with rage. I screamed at her parents when they said that they loved her and missed her. "All she wanted was to be free! You two drove her into suicide!" I walked away with angry tears. I felt a powerful wind blow and heard the words"I'm sorry. I couldn't take it anymore. But this is the only way I can be free." I stared at the full moon and replied, "Go my friend and let your spirit be free."

    Still this day I still think of her. I now have the same feelings as she did. All I want is to have my own life and do something exciting...but I won't end it like she has done. Why? Because that is what everyone wants me to do...