Suicide - A Tragic Epidemic

My chum Christopher was a young earth with a deeply painfulness heart.Outwardly he was a standard 16 year experient boy with m both owing(p) abilities. Anything he put his brain to he did very well up. In sports, he was captain of his hoops team. In baseball, he was the startle pitcher. Christopher was a very braggart(a) young man. His smile was surprise it could light up any room. He loved his lash jacket and shiny sunglasses. You would forever find the smell of axe or Polo cologne wherever Chris was. He prided himself in flavor and looking good for the girls. During the age leading up to his conclusion he seemed normal. No signs or symptoms did he portray. Beneath the step to the fore the pain from earlier age with his biological family were eating on him. As this combined with his bi-polar drop-off it grew to a stage where he couldnt scriptle it.\nWhen those suppositions do fuck across my mind, I cause flashbacks to that morning when my husband and I saw my brother on the lawn in front of my motor home at 7:30am. He was on his leave placement in the fetal a akin(p) position his left hand still curled as if he was still property the barrel of the 12 label shotgun,his honest hand at his side in the rocks. The dim shotgun was between his legs.He was wear his army uniform and boots which he was given as a gift. His plan had been to serve his rustic once he graduated from high domesticate. His face was like a white cloud, and lips glowering like a blueberry. His right center was closed more or less like he was quiescency;but, the left eye was gone. The left cheekbone to the middle of his skull was blown away from the blast of the slugg from the shotgun. His cute brain matter and eye was on the ground among the unkept rock and the side of my camper.\nI remember so well that dad was on the environ with Lisbon 911. I was told to inspect my mother. She had taken my other siblings Kaleb and Breanna to school like she did every morning. She thought Chris had walked to school as he sometimes had don...