Suicide Sunday - oo2 (go back »)

My father always told me that Rudy had a mental illness. Now, when I was younger, I used to think that meant that my brother's brain had some sort of cold, complete with runny nose and sore throat. Now, nine years later, I know that my father - and my seven year-old imagination - were wrong. Rudy wasn't sick. He was scared. Scared of life. Scared of the future. Scared of himself. The only thing he didn't fear was death.

Which is what killed him.

In Suicide Sunday(work in progress)