Never Alone

I have changed the names of the people in this story because it is such a personal subject.  The story, however, is all too true.

John had never felt so bad in his entire life and that was saying something.  He had lived a rough life.  He had been abused as a child, had survived that and gotten away with his mom.  He had fallen in love with a pretty girl and now at twenty-two years of age was watching that relationship slowly slipping from him.  His girl had packed up and left him.  His heart ached and things had not gotten better when he began to drink.  Now he was sitting on the gritty floor of the tiny old apartment he and his girl had shared.  He had a drink on the floor beside him and a knife in his hands.

It was time.  He was going to end…