"Unseen Swords and the Ingenuous Soul"

His experiences were scattered everywhere. He was crestfallen. He was just 18 and psychologically, he was devastated. The boy had just been through an awful lot all his life, and nobody, not a single person, not even his own parents perceived the murk of emotional and psychological damage he was engulfed by. Days went by and he fell deeper and deeper into the pit of despair. He did not know who to turn to in order to get is emotional state in check. Unfortunately, the society he lived in did not think of anyone’s emotional health as considerable. They all functioned like robots and expected everyone around them to do so as well. But not everyone is like that. Human psychology is a very delicate thing, if you keep pushing it off its limits, the person with eventually shatter and do something ineffable that no one in their sane minds would. It’s a very consequential thing and they took it so lienently, that they did not even have a professional psychologist or a therapist in their whole God damned city.

All he could think of whole day was different ways to end his miserable life. And the most important thing is that all the pain he carried inside him, it was not because of a teenage romance or infatuation or a heart break. Ahhh, his heart was broken but the reasons behind that ran so deep that no one could possibly imagine. No one besides him knew what he was going through, and that was the most downhearted thing about all of this. He did his utmost to turn his life around. He would go to a nearby playground to play soccer with the boys there. Soccer was his passion and he gave his best to it and he thought that would give him some clarity, but it could not do much for him either. Every day he spent his time on the field trying to somehow get through all the misery awaited at home for him, and yet when he would go home he would spend his nights in so much terror and anguish that would drive him insane. Every morning he would put a grin on his face but the insecure little man inside him howled to kill himself.

Then something happened one day and he went off the radar. A few days went by and the boys at the playground noticed that, the very boy who would arrive at the playground an hour or two earlier than all of them, has not come to play with them for a few days now. Therefore, they went to his house to investigate and they saw a bunch of despondent faces there. They asked his younger brother, who was cycling around in their backyard, about what had happened. The boy replied with a smirk on his face that his brother had committed suicide. The boy was so young and innocent that he did not even realize what it meant. The boys were left

awestriken. They did not know how to react. Their jaws dropped down, their limbs went numb. They had no words. They were just dumbfounded on how such a cheerful person would do something so fallacious and absurd.

After a few days, his parents left the place where they had so many memories of their bygone son, and all it brought to them was suffering. Moreover, they had gotten tired of people asking them queer questions about their son who had just passed away, So they just left, they did not take anything from the house along with them, they just left. They did not care about the house or their possessions. They just left the house open and unguarded. When the boys from the playground became aware of the fact that they left their house open, their curiosity pushed them to step inside and try to solve the mystery of why their “almost” friend killed himself. At first it looked like a very normal house of a normal family. They could not find anything anywhere that showed any signs of violence or abuse as they expected. As a last resort to quench their thirst of curiosity they stepped in their friend’s room to find some answers. But they could find nothing there either. Suddenly, a small dog house caught eyes of one of them. It was the house where he used to keep his little poodle, his only sincere friend. One of the boys put his hand inside the dog house and to their surprise, he found some odd things, like small sticky notes and papers and some cards and some other stuff. In there they found a letter, which happened to be the suicide note of the boy. And in that note the boy uttered his final words;

“Dear mom and dad, if you’re the ones reading it then perhaps killing myself was the wrong thing to do, and you actually cared about me. But if someone other than them is reading this then what I did was right and the only thing that I could’ve done to relieve myself from the life full of affliction that I had was to end it. And if someone else actually is reading this the contact this number 0123456789 and give them this letter. And for the love of god, do not repeat the mistakes you did with me, with my brother.”

(To the parents out there, reading this, please give some attention to your child’s mental health. It is just as important as his physical health, maybe even more.)

“Suicide does not mean there was no killer.”