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Ready

My father isn’t home, so I was free to go as I pleased. I walk through the door and dump my school stuff on the ground. Walking directly to my room, I grabbed the golf club in the corner and left.

It was indeed pouring. Thunder, lightening, and everything. I just kept walking, not stopping for anything. I walk out the front door into the rain. It was wild. Wind was blowing every which way and I was struggling to not fall over.

I walked down and across the street to the wet and deserted park. I figure this will be the best place. My mind is blank, totally and completely. I’m not thinking of the consequences or what my choice will do to people. I’m sick and tired of it all, of everything. I love someone who hates me and will never take me back. And the person that loves me I hate and despise.

I stop in the middle of the park. And with my jeans whipping around me legs, my shirt, jacket, and hair flying behind me and with the lightening getting closer…I hold up the metal golf club, ready to die.

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