"Alone" by Cristina Figueroa

We come in the house like if we smell something buring. We go in, and there he lays, shoes laces around his around his neck, we stand there not expecting anything like this. In the background we hear a song he left for his mom. Taking him down from the stairs his mother holds him as he was a baby and crys, crys like a baby as well. While we surrounded and hugged her

She said, “What did I do wrong for him to do this to himself?!”

 Junior had told him mom not to leave him alone, but his mother wouldn’t listen she told him that his sister was there, and she would be down there sometime soon, but that he would be fine without her. He’d cried for hours for her to come down, but she would tell him the same thing over and over again. This was something his mother never thought he would do or even think about, but he thought about it everytime he was alone. That’s why he would cry for his mother he didn’t want to be alone. Last time he had seen his mother was Christmas, she lives in Idaho he lives in Utah with his sister, but the distance between them was unbearable for him. So one day actually New Years Eve he was alone. His mother had come down a week before to check up on him, and to see my mother, and his sister was with her boyfriend, but that night his world came down. He was tired of being alone, tired of asking someone to be with him at all times, thinking every thing he thought. He knew that it wasn’t good for him to be thinking like that, his sister asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor, but of course as everyone that would feel like this would say, “No I don’t need help, I’m fine”  He had attempted various times, but he would have gotten caught by his sister or he just couldn’t do it, but that night no one knew when and WHY he did, and why it had to end like this, but all we could do right now is hope for the better. He’s in a better place now.