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BROKEN-WINGED BIRD (FINAL PART)

⚠️CONTENT WARNING: The passage you are about to read is a true life story of a victim that committed suicide due to rejection from the woman he loves as a result of his health issues. This content might be disturbing to some readers.

It is a ritual in my writings to share true life stories and provide emotional support. (Emotional support will be given at the end of the story).
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The thought of dying occurred to me again,

and taking Sniper, but the pain I went through when I consumed the liquid prior scares me. (I hate that feeling!). I thought to myself; if one bottle of Sniper did not kill me, two bottles will kill me if I try again.
I could not think of any other poisonous liquid except Sniper. I called few people important in my life; most of them were surprised to hear from me since I haven’t called them in a while. I also responded to my chats on social media, which I have always been ignoring for a long time and also updated my status. I wrote: “I WILL MISS YOUR CHATS”. I folded my clothes neatly and

arranged my room. I went to the barbershop to have a hair cut, and I also visited some friends close by. Life felt good in those moments.

On my way home, I felt satisfied I could say my final goodbye, which was unknown to people I came in contact with. I got two bottles of Sniper, instead of one. I met my sister in the house when I arrived (if she is in the house with me, I won’t achieve what I intend to do) I thought of an idea and walked up to her. I requested she get me some snacks. The reason I told her is- I have been craving for snacks and forgot to get some when coming home (She gladly offered to help me get them).
Immediately she stepped out, I quickly entered my room, and looked around before settling on my bed. It occurred to me that I need to take the Sniper before my sister returns. I brought the bottles out from my bags where I kept them carefully. I opened the first bottle and gulped a lot until I finished it. I quickly opened the second bottle, and gulped. I could not finish the liquid in the second bottle because I could no longer control myself. I started having the feeling I had when I took the Sniper the first time I tried it (I became restless and struggled for breath). At this moment, I was already on the floor. I reached out for my pen and quickly tore a page from the book close to my bed. I threw up and moan painfully. I wrote on the paper; “I am sorry”. Everything became blurry. I kept moaning
painfully and became helpless…

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When I came home with my brother’s snacks,

I did not find him in the sitting room. I called his name severally, but no response. His door was partially opened. I do not want to invade his privacy, I just informed him I got his snacks but there was no response (which is unusual). Whenever my brother sends me on errands, he hardly relaxes; he would pace around until I get back and see him doing so.
I walked towards the half-opened door and pushed it gently while calling his name.
Behold! I found my brother on the floor. His eyes were wide opened. I screamed and ran towards him. To my surprise, I found two bottles of Sniper beside him. ‘He is dead! I lost my brother! I should have refused his errand if I had known this will happen,”

I said to myself in tears.’

(May his kind soul rest in peace. Amen!)

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11 thoughts on “BROKEN-WINGED BIRD (FINAL PART)

  1. Wow sometimes others become so good at masquerading the pain

    My cousin as well been 4 yrs since he lost his struggle with the Dragon and it consume him.

    He was only 23 the thing that was gut-wrenching the most is I could do nothing to help him or to be there for him.

    That morning my Aunt went to go measure the newspaper and he had waited for her to not see him and then went into the medicine cabinet took sleeping pills.

    The ones from my experience first hand and working with street youth the ones that don’t say anything are whom you need to worry about the most.

    That smile so many see as joy really is hiding the concealment of agonizing pain and torment.

    https://evolutionofselffeedyourhunger.wordpress.com/2020/08/28/shadows-of-the-fallen/

    No one should lash out ever in silent terror sometimes just being there speak more than 1000 words ever could” E.O.S

    Slainte

    Alex

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    1. I am so sorry to hear about this story, Alex. I also agree with this statement you made.

      “sometimes others become so good at masquerading the pain”.

      Some people conceal their sad moment and disguise with a smile. Although, there are still some(warning) signs that should not be ignored especially when one is close to that individual.

      Most times, when you ask the person “how are you” ? And the response you get is “fine” !

      Be kind enough to be patient and engage the person In a discussion by asking further. For example you can say: ” You have not been cheerful lately, is anything wrong? I am here for you” . (It depends on the situation)

      Like I said earlier, some people who are In this situation might conceal their feelings, but if you are able to assure the person that you will listen to them In a non-judgemental tone, then that individual will open up.

      Thanks for reading!
      Stay safe, Alex.

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    1. It is indeed heartbreaking 💔.
      Thank you, Vaniheart for following up with this story. I wish the story met your expectations because you were looking forward for a happy ending.

      Life is full of surprises, you know.

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