5 People. 5 Reasons. 5 Ways. 1 Life.
I thought about leaving a note. Just to let them all know why Iâ€™m holding a gun to my head right now. Oh well. Theyâ€™ll probably find my journal eventually. I keep it hidden deep under my mattress. No way could I ever show anyone. At least not while Iâ€™m alive. It wasnâ€™t school. I was the MVP this year in basketball. We didnâ€™t make it to state but we made it to the league championships. It wasnâ€™t my friends. They were always pretty cool. But I never really felt like I belonged with them. Like everything I did was just a front. Keeping up my appearance. And it wasnâ€™t necessarily my family either. I hope theyâ€™ll be able to move on after Iâ€™m gone. I looked at my clock. 8:43pm. My parents went out to dinner with some friends and wouldnâ€™t be back for at least another hour. I took a deep breath. â€œTony?!â€ BANG!