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     I was given a morality assignment: complete the ending to a book titled The Burn Journals.  The Burn Journals is a story written in the first person, Brent, about his life and how his attempted suicide.  My teacher only gave us a portion of the story and instructed us to write the ending.  The story left off with Brent being transported in a helicoper to a hospital after lighting himself on fire -literally.  He soaked his clothes in gasoline and struck a match.  This is part of my ending, more will follow.

     “Just keep your eyes open Brent, stay with us.” said that annoying red-haired lady.  
     Does she not fucking understand that I don’t want to “stay with them”?  I just want to sleep; to die.  I keep replaying the scene in my head and hate myself for turning on the water.  I’m sucha pussy, why couldn’t I just go through with it?  I fail at everything.  I even fail at killing myself.  How fucked up is that?

     “Oh my God.  What has Brent done to himself?” sobs my mother, Janet, as she speeds down the highway.
     “He tried to fucking kill himself Mom!” replied Craig, “he told me all about how he got in trouble at school.  I guess he was afraid of the consequences or something.”
     “No, Craig.  Brent wouldn’t kill himself over a little trouble in school!…Would he?”
     “I don’t know, Mom.  All I know is that he told me he got in some serious shit at school and the next thing I know he’s fucking on fire!”
     “Stop with the language Craig!” said my mother through a bubble of tears.
    
     She races down the road, oblivious to pissed off honks and evil glares of passing cars.  All she is focusing on is getting to the hospital.  Just get to the hospital to find out if he’s okay.  To make sure her son didn’t actually kill himself.  Her baby; her youngest boy.  Dead?  No, this can’t be happening.  Why did he light himself on fire?  What drove him to drench his clothes in gasoline and strike that match; to BURN himself??  I have failed as a mother.  I have made life so terrible for my son, he’d rather die.  What have I done?  This is all my fault.

      Craig stares out the window.   What the hell just happened?  I always knew Brent was a little emo and only wears black and shit, but he is popular and has friends and stuff.  Aren’t suicidal people supposed to be complete losers with no life and abusive parents and crap like that?  Brent was none of those things.  The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.  Who the fuck does he think he is?  Is this some way to get attention?  He’s probably just trying to look badass or something and it’s all a joke.  But what stupid Brent doesn’t realize is that suicide is serious.  I mean, hell, look at Mom.  She tries not to let her true feelings of confusion and pain show, but I can see past her damp eyes; the pain goes much deeper.  She blames herself.  And that’s dumb, irresponsible Brent’s fault.  Brent probably didn’t realize he was actually gonna get burned as bad as he did.  He probably just wanted a cool scar.  He’s a fucking idiot. 

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