a hidden memory i had locked away in the depths of my mind was resurfaced yesterday...
when i was 14, i had a friend named Jeremy. he was 8 years old at the time. he was the cutest little thing, blond hair, blue eyes...his voice sounded like an angel's...he loved to be around me and hang out with me, despite our age difference. he was, in a way, my best friend in the whole world...
it was his birthday. we had a party at his house. kids were picking on him and i stood up for him, making him smile and letting him know that i cared. when everyone left the party, i gave him another hug before going back home. a few hours later, i find out that he ran away from home...his parents had beaten him again as they always did for no reason. he was the sweetest little boy in the world, and yet they beat him. on his birthday, no less.
he had run to the end of my road where the canyon was...he was standing at the edge, calling out my name. i heard his voice faintly and ran outside, following his voice. i saw him at the edge...i ran down to him, screaming his name, yelling "Jeremy, stop! please no, dont let go!!!!" he turned and gave me a tear-filled smile, then jumped...i raced down faster than i had ever run before. if it werent for the tree, i would have run right off that canyon after him because i was running so fast. i cried and screamed his name as he jumped over, then i got there and looked down over the canyon only to see his little lifeless body laying there at the very bottom...i ran down the side of the canyon down the slant, seeing him laying there...his baby blue eyes closed...
i watched my best friend kill himself that day...just turned 9 years old...on his birthday...the day he jumped and left this world for a better place up in Heaven with God and the angels...my little angel had joined the others of his kind...i cried harder than i ever had before that day and every day after for months...
