Dominatrix By Design part 5

I heard the news on a crisp autumn morning many years later.  He blew his brains out of his skull and onto his mother’s bedroom wall.  A final “fuck you” to the world. He showed us all.  He had always said that it was better to burn out, than to fade away.  I hated that he did that but I was secretly jealous. He could finally sleep. He would be free from Addiction and self-sabotage now.  I wanted to mirror him but I didn’t have the courage.  It was the saddest day I ever knew and still affects me today. I always thought we would find each other again; that Our paths would cross again. But that was not how it happened.

Tragedy came. It came  without warning, like a violent storm out of the darkness, and then in a moment’s notice, it was gone. Suddenly it vanished, the destruction and damage that it left was both incredulous and equally as confusing. Suicide leaves blood spattered on everyone involved. Without the bleach of detachment, it is almost impossible to clean. The stains set in and you can never wash them away.