“Dear everyone,
If you are reading this letter, then I went through with my suicidal thoughts; I’ve died. I don’t want to go any further into this before I say something: this is not anyone’s fault. I was not bullied into this, and my home life was not terrible. I just couldn’t fight the depression anymore. Every day I would wake up, I would go through my day, and I would know that it was just another day wasted. In the end I realized that I wasn’t getting anywhere; thoughts started to grow that I never would get anywhere. I’m so sorry for this, and I hope that things won’t change too drastically for all of you. For the last time, Alexander Buchanan.”
Blinding white light filled my vision. I raised my hand to block out the intense rays that seemed to permeate through my skin itself, as when I closed my eyes I could still see the light through my eyelids. The light seemed to lessen in intensity a moment later and I felt a hand on the side of my own which was …show more content…
I understand that I have a purpose, I understand that God is telling me I have one, but I have no idea what it is.” I turned to Azrael and was suddenly shocked when Zane’s voice, barely a whisper, hit my senses.
“Alex, you know I’m not faithful, or anything like that, but if you’re there, if you made it to the other side, let me know somehow.” I looked up at my reflection.
“You have twenty seconds, anything you do is physical. Give your friend his faith.” I ran over to Zane’s desk, grabbing one of the pencil’s there and hastily scribbling “I am here” onto a piece of paper. Zane looked up when he heard the pencil scratching, though it had already dropped through my hand at that point, leaving an odd and crooked line where the pencil had dropped. Zane stood up from the bed, walking over and picking up the paper. Shock filled his features when he saw the words written there. He looked around, seeming to attempt to search for me, though I knew he would never see