Saved by HIM

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Corey is above

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There is always someone who cares for you without your knowledge.

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Tuesday, November 30, 2015

This morning I wasn't beat by Father.  Instead, he had thrown my violin at the wall, and broke the only thing that ever brought me happiness.

He said that he won't be coming home tonight, which I am greatly thankful for.  I wouldn't be able to keep in my anger in if I saw him again.  He told me that he'd be going out with some of his friends, so I wouldn't have to be home by a certain time.

That gave me time to lay on the cliffside until after the sun went down, something I could rarely do. Yet, I knew that my father had broken my last string, and today would be my last day here on earth.

I felt like God would never forgive me this one time for this sin I was about to make. He finally was giving me a reason to suicide to escape all of the punishments Father constantly gives me.

I know that I'll never get anywhere in life with my Father with me, and I'm not hoping for miracles.  I only wish to die most of the time, which is definitely not the smartest and holiest choice to make.

I finally decided to stop writing in my journal, and longed to be able to play a different song that I have never played before on the violin. Someone had been playing it during class yesterday through their expensive headphones, blasting it loud enough so that I'd be able to hear. I had heard the whole song, and believed it was beautiful.

During lunch, which I skipped, I had printed out the notes to the song at the computer lab.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to play the new song at the cliff yesterday because I had too much homework.

Today, I no longer had a violin to play any music at all. I was almost 100 percent positive today would be my last day today on earth. I was done with my fathers burdens and problems placed on me, and I'd hate to live another minute on this cruel earth.

I stood up, and slowly walked over to the edge of the cliff.  There was a rickety wood railing at the edge placed by the city's local church, yet it couldn't stop me from jumping off. 

I slowly climbed over it, and sat on the railing for a moment, shutting out my surroundings.  Taking a deep breath, I let go and jumped.

Waiting for the air to hit my face and face my death, yet it never came.  Instead, I felt strong arms around me, my back against the wood fence.  I was slowly lifted over the fence, and placed softly on the ground.

"What are you thinking?  Can you see that jumping off a cliff will kill you?"  A boy my age asked.

I looked at him like he was the stupidest person I'd ever met.  Didn't he see that I wanted to die?

"Maybe I wanted to be killed," I told the boy.  "You know, my life could be over now, the way everyone wants it to be, if it weren't for you!"

He stared at me for a second, then sighed.  "People care for you, even if you don't like the way your life is.  You have a good and long life ahead of you, and you'll never see it if you die."

I glared at him, and he ignored it. After a few moments of silence, he started a conversation.

"I'm Corey.  What's your name?" He asked me.

I looked up at him, and stood up.  "I have to go home.  My family is waiting for me to eat dinner," I lied.

Without hesitating, I picked up my penny board, backpack, and journal, walking away from Corey. He was a strange boy, and I hoped I'd never have to see him again.