Tommy never thought much of himself. He spent most of his days living under a canopy of self-doubt. Fueled by the cutting words of who he thought was his friends, he decided it was time to leave. As he sat there in the abandoned locker room with the rope in his lap, he began to feel the welling of tears deep within his soul, rushing to meet his eyes. But he fought them back. He tried to replay all that he believed would happen after he was gone. He wanted to believe that this was the only way he could get revenge on all those who ever made him feel as if he were nothing. Yet the more he put his trust in suicide, the more he desired to live. He wasn't ready and the sudden realization of being gone forever made him rethink what he was about to do.
As he sat there alone surrounded by the cold concrete walls of the locker room, he decided he needed help. He knew he couldn't talk to his parents about this just yet and he knew his friends wouldn't take him seriously; No, he needed someone else to talk to and for the first time in his life, God became more real to him than he had ever imagined.
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