A Terrible Misunderstanding.

A man sits alone at his window, weary with the world and tired of life. The only person who ever had loved him was unable to be with him tonight, of all nights, she was busy. He needed her tonight, he needed her to hold him, to protect him from his pain, and from the thing that plagues his mind.

But he is alone, and his torment is rising, he feels weak.

He looks around his small bedroom, he had a headache earlier, the pills are still on his desk.

"Do it." His mind screams at him, over and over again. "Do it, you no longer have reason to go on."

"But what about..?"

"No! she no longer loves you the way she used to, and you know it. tou have had your suspicions, and now you know. You have too many problems, and it would be wrong for you to force her to be with you, she shouldn't have to deal with all of your pain."

The man knew that the voice was right, how could anyone deal with his pain as well as their own?

He loved her more than words could possibly describe, when he was away from her it made his soul ache, he wanted her so badly at that moment that he would have done anything just for her to be with him. He would have given anything just to watch her sleep, or to see her face, he knew that she should not have to suffer his pain, but at that moment he didn't care. He needed her to save him from himself, from the voices in his head. He needed for her to hold him, and to let him cry in her arms, because he was weak, so very weak at that moment.

The man gets up, and walks over to his desk, maybe it would be best to write a note to her, he thinks, to explain himself.

"Good, now the pills, take them and end both of your suffering. take the sleeping pills also, and go to sleep for the last time."

The man obeys the voice, and goes to his eternal rest.

"David." calls the girl, she is about 19 years old, two years younger than David was.

As she walks into his room, the first thing she sees is his note:

Dear Jessica,
You weren't here when I was at my most vulnerable moment, when I needed you more than anything. I am weak, and I know that you no longer love me as much as you used to, or as much as I do you. I have too many problems, and it would be wrong to make you suffer because of my pain. I will now go to my final rest, and hope that my suffering ends here.

Goodbye, 
I love you

David.

The voices had lied to him, she loved him more than life itself, and now she was alone once more. She layed down beside the body of David, and began to cry..