Jake walked alone after school that day. He walked in silence, his footsteps made no noise against the wet pavement. The sun was blocked out overhead, and the rain began to fall again. Jake didn’t care, he didn’t have anywhere to go anyway, if he went home he would probably get beat by his dad. He didn’t want to become like his dad. An abusive drunk, who was never sober at home. He wanted to be like his uncle. He wanted to go to college and become an engineer. he wanted to go somewhere in life and get out of this city of hell. All the kids at school thought he was just a poor weird kid, and they called him the silence freak. They didn’t know that he’d been beat so many times that now he doesn’t make a sound when he gets hit by his dad. They didn’t know that his mom was rarely home, and when she was she was always yelling at him and his brother. His older brother, Danny, was going down the wrong path to. He ran drugs in their high school. Jake was walking with his mind busy thinking about those things, when somebody punched in the back of the head.
“Silence freak!” The kid said, then ran off with a bunch of laughing boys. That drove Jake over the edge. He didn’t want this anymore. Tomorrow, he’d shoot everyone who had ever made fun of him. He would go home and shoot his dad, his mom and maybe his brother. He would hear them scream for mercy before he silenced them forever. Then, he would shoot himself, to end it all.
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Please tell Jake not to shoot anyone; tell him he’s a good person in pain–not a mass murderer. Tell him there’s nothing wrong with acting out when you need help desperately–but that his acting out must not be violent.
Tell Jake there’s free phonenumbers he can phone where someone will listen to him and help him. Or maybe he’s got a teacher at school he can talk to,or tell someone else he’s worried about Jake and if they could tell him where Jake could go for help?