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“I hate my life”, said Brett.  “No one knows all the shit one person has to put up with. All the school work, teachers, parents, and everyone else who don’t care about anyone except for themselves.” This is a story of a kid who has had no help. He goes too far, and now he is dead.  How no one noticed the signs, and he snapped.  This is the story of why society should start to pay attention.  Why all those cookie-cutter, pop-culture brats should spend more time focused on life than their looks.

“I can’t take this shit. I’m gonna end my life now“, as Brett takes a .44 Magnum from his book bag.  “Don’t do this Brett; you have so much to live for”, said his teacher. “That’s where you are wrong bitch, I have nothing to live for. I have no life.  I go home and sit in my room all day. I have no future to look too. No girlfriend, No wife, No future family ahead of me. I’m gonna be dead before I can get out of High School.  Why not end it now? It will save me a lot of trouble, instead of feeling the pain of life.”  “If you do this you will give more pain to the ones you love”, his teacher replied.

“Theirs no one left who cares about me”, as he puts the gun barrel to his head.  He knows that he only has one bullet in it, but he doesn’t know which chamber it is in.  “Why should I care who I hurt, no one ever cared if they hurt me.”  “What will your family say?”, asked his teacher.  “MY FAMILY!...MY FAMILY! You think they care about me?  I don’t even think they know I exist anymore. My mom lives in Massachusetts and never calls, and when I call her she doesn’t want to talk. My father, whom I live with. Locks me in the house, won’t let me go anywhere. He says he’s protecting me, but he just doesn’t want me to have a social life.”

“Don’t try to stop me!” As he pulls the trigger.  Everyone in the classroom held their breath. “Click” the gun doesn’t go off.  “Was it a misfire, or an unlikely chance?” everyone thought.  The teacher uses this time to talk to him more.  “Brett you know you don’t want to do this.  “Fuck you! You don’t know shit. All my life I have had no one to look up to, no one to look after me.  All those who loved me have died, all those who matter to me have died.” I have to end my life, I have to be with those who love me” “Click” he tries again. Nothing, “CLICK, CLICK” this time he jams the barrel into his head.  Tears running down his face, he knows he has two more chances to get it right. “Why won’t this work, I have two more shots left.” “CLICK”, “All I want it is to die, why won’t you let me do this” Looking up to the sky.  “Jesus Christ all I want to do is pull this trigger and...” “BANG!”

The gun went off, you know what happened. Yes that is right he is dead. All because no one wanted to listen, No one wanted to know his problems were there.  Why is our life filled with beauty and fashion.  If we weren’t always so wrapped up in our appearances, maybe someone would have noticed this.  No one understands the importance of communication anymore.  All anyone cares about now is whether or not Billy or Jane are gonna go to prom with them. Well for Brett there is no prom, there is no life left for him. Use this story to your advantage, don’t be so blind that you don’t notice all the things around you. I think William Blake said it best with “If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite.”