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Vinny

My Lifeless Body

Copyright Vinny

It was 2:00 a.m. I was tossing and turning in my bed. I couldn’t sleep, after what happened tonight. My father beat the shit out of me, again. He punches me in the face when he gets drunk, although hes drinking every night. It hurts so bad. When I get a black eye, or a bruise on my face, everyone at school asks me what happened. I have bruises on my arms and back, but nobody can see them. I’m always wearing long sleeves or a sweat-shirt over my t-shirt. The school counsellor has called me to her office over the intercom, asking me if I hurt myself. the bruises get worse after each day. That day, as I was sitting in English class, I decided I am done with this bullshit. That night would probably be my last.

Tears ran from my eyes as the blade slid across my arm. My heart raced. I felt like I was going to swallow my tongue. I couldn’t help but gasp as the blood dripped. A tear slid from my eye as I sat on my bathroom floor with my head faced down. I went into my bed to go to sleep, hoping I wouldn’t wake up the next morning.

I woke up the next morning and found a blood stain on my shirt, over my wrist. That night I decided to end this miserable life. I wanted to cut my soul from my body. I was done, done with it all.

There were at least two hundred people waiting for me to jump from the ledge. Death is like a carnival or a circus, I thought. I’m the freak or the daredevil that’s providing the entertainment, giving them their show. Death, to me, is like the ending of a scary book. It just ends, and you can’t change it. But I made up my decision, and my book was about to end.

With my feet, I moved upward onto my tiptoes and fell forward through the sky. The wind flew through my face, through my hair. As I was falling, I could hear some people gasp, but others laugh. When I’m gone, I won’t be missed.

I fell, fell through the clouds, and kept falling. As I saw the sidewalk getting closer, I thought to myself. I wondered if I had made the right decision. As I saw the ground getting closer than ever, I whispered to myself, ‘God, I’m in your hands now.’ I suddenly felt an impact, and it felt like my soul fell out through the bottom of my body. It was all so fast, because it ended as I felt the impact.

I was laying on the ground. As I opened my eyes, I came up from my lifeless body. I stood in front of the ‘tragedy’. Suddenly, I was hovering above the audience’s heads. I floated closer to the clouds. I saw a light, shining with great power from above me. I knew what was happening, I knew where I was going. God was opening his arms, finally bringing me into his life. No more taunting, no more abuse. I was finally with people, who loved me, and now, and this all will be new to me. As I looked down toward my lifeless body, everybody was staring down. I wondered if I yelled, could anybody hear me? I didn’t care, I saw God and he was more beautiful than ever. I was happy to finally be with my new father.

My Lifeless Body

Copyright Vinny

It was 2:00 a.m. I was tossing and turning in my bed. I couldn’t sleep, after what happened. At school, everyone made fun of me and pushed me around, telling me I suck at life, and calling me names. I hate it!

Tears ran from my eyes as the blade slid across my arm. My heart raced. I felt like I was going to swallow my tongue. I couldn’t help but gasp as the blood dripped. A tear dripped from my eye as I sat on my bathroom floor with my head faced down. I went into my bed to go to sleep, hoping I wouldn’t wake up the next morning.

I woke up that morning and found a blood stain on my shirt, over my arm. Last night I decided to end this miserable life. I wanted to cut my soul from my body. I was done, done with it all.

There were at least to hundred people waiting for me to jump from the ledge. Death is like a carnival or a circus, I thought. I’m the freak or the daredevil that’s providing the entertainment, giving them their show. Death, to me, is like the ending of a scary book. It just ends, and you can’t change it. But I made up my decision, and my book was about to end.

With my feet, I lifted myself off the edge. The wind flew through my face, through my hair. As I was falling, I could hear some people gasp, but others laugh. When I’m gone, I won’t be missed.

I fell, fell through the clouds, and kept falling. As I saw the sidewalk getting closer, I thought to myself. I wondered if I had made the right decision. As I saw the ground getting closer than ever, I whispered to myself, God, I’m in your hands now. I suddenly felt an impact, I hit the cement.

I lay on the ground. As I opened my eyes, I came up from my lifeless body. I stood in front of the ‘tragedy’. Suddenly, two beautiful, pure white, wings sprouted from my sides. I hovered above the audience’s heads. I floated closer to the clouds. I saw a light, shining with great power from above me. I knew what was happening, I knew where I was going. God was opening his arms, finally bringing me into his life. No more taunting, no more abuse. I was finally with people who loved me, and now, I will live happy.

 

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