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the story of Jay
He always seemed so strong, he never let anything bother him. At least, that's what I thought. We were only thirteen then, but it still seems like yesterday that he was letting me cry on his shoulder. His name was Jay.
It was a rainy night,and I was soaked to the bone, I didnt even notice how cold it was. I always came here to think or just be alone, if not just to cry a little. I never thought I had to worry about someone finding me here, it was an old park that most people probably didnt even remember existed. The now rusty slides, swings, and benches gave away that this place hadnt been seen by a childs eyes in qiet some time. There for I claimed it as mine, my place to just hide from the rest of the world, and not have to worry about anything. I walked over and sat on one of the three rickety swings and let the rain wash away all my thoughts. "I didnt know anyone else knew about this place" someone said from behind me startling me out of my once trance like state. "My names Jay here you look cold" the stranger I now knew as Jay said as he handed me his coat.
We started meeting at what was now our park every week and soon became best friends. I told him all my problems and he would let me cry, and just tell me everything was going to be ok. He was the best thing that ever happend to me and from what he told me he felt the same.
It was a hot humid morning about a year and a half after we had met, I was talking to him on the phone while I made my breakfast. "Pebz, I have something to say... I'm leaving for a while. I'll see you again...I just dont know when". Although that sounded odd I pushed it to the back of my head. I told him how much I would miss him and that I couldnt wait to see him and then we said out goodbyes. A few hours passed as I cleaned my room as I had been instructed to by my mom when the phone started ringing. "Hello?" I said a little out of breath from running to pick up the phine in time. "Yes is this a Miss Pebbles McNeefe*?" the voice on the other line asked. "Yes" I said a little hesitant, "Whats going on?" I thought. "We are sorry to say but we think we have a Jay Palmer* here, he was brought in for drug overdose and died shortly after arrival, we couldnt get in touch with his parents or family, he gave us a note with something attached and told us to call and give it to you". I couldnt believe it, I didnt want to believe it. "I'll be right there" my voice sounded so distant it didnt sound like me at all.
I got my brother to drive me down there and I picked up the note. "I'm sorry" was the only thing written on it in that sloppy handwriting I knew so well. There was a ring with the note and I promised from then on that I would neer take it off. We didnt get to have a funeral for Jay no one in his family came to claim him, and we didnt have the money. So now the only thing I have left of him is the ring he gave me, and i havent taken it off to this day. Although I still miss and probably always will miss him, he taught me many things in life and in death. He taught me never to give up, and that everyone hurts and everyone has problems even if they dont always show it. I didnt help Jay when I should have but I will never make that mistake again.
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(* means changed last names first names are theyr real names {not pebz though}))
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