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 He never spoke for another week. The guy who had shot her was dead. he had suffered major blood losses and had a major skull split which cut through into his brain. My cousin would never be the same after his first "murder." he sent me a message two days later that was titled "My Last Wish." Hesitantly, I looked in for what I was expecting.....

The message wasn't really a message but rather a poem. My cousin had completely gone mad after the death of his love. He spoke in riddles all the time so that no one could understand what he was talking about. But anyway, I managed to interpret the poem....And here's a rough idea of his message.

" You being my best friend shows that I can trust you pretty well. I want you to do something for me." I thought for a moment, knowing what he was trying to imply. "As you've realized lately, I've lost all hope to live. I want to die but my body keeps on betraying me. I'll never die of a gun shot from my own hands.....But I'll find something though....I have one and only one request. I want you to retell my story; just tell it again so that I won't be forgotten. But let them forget a little....Just a little....I probably don't know what I'm saying but it seems to be the right thing to do..... I just don't want to be forgotten...."

I was worried of course....Worried for what would happen. And as many people know, when you do nothing, bad things occur. I anticipated this and decided to act right there....

The day was dark. Me and my cousin were riding home. We weren't too happy about each other because for a continuous two weeks, he had constantly attempted suicide from a variety of toxic and fatal poisons. I knew that he would attempt a "sleep forever" suicide so I was prepared for everything that he did. Every time he’d sleep with a poison in the body, I’d take a poison with the same strength and have him dose it down. I wasn’t poisoning him….I was just counteracting the first taken poison. I’d hear him every morning banging his head against the wall to the fact that his poisons never worked. I'd stay at his house making up an excuse like, "I need to do homework here," or "I need to use your computer." But today, my cousin decided to take me home for a change.... The ride was during a rainy day and the mood was frightful. My cousin glared at me through the mirror with his bloodshot eyes while he was driving. His appearance overall, was pitiful. I was afraid of course, but I eventually relaxed. But that was my mistake. At that moment, my cousin had the car jolted and was moving at a speed of around 100 mph. I held myself down and tried to calm my over-beating heart. He didn't seem to notice his speed so I believed he wanted suicide here. I couldn't believe it! I couldn't stop him now either. Even if I tried, he would have veered off the road and slammed into a tree or something getting us both killed. It was now massively pouring outside and he clearly wanted himself dead. I feared for my life! I thought I was going die but suddenly, he called out my name and dropped a gun at my feet.....

"Shoot me now or you'll drown in the lake!" My mind wan't clear from what was happening but I still managed to grasp the idea of what he meant by a lake. There was a lake about 7 miles down the road and my deathbed was going to be there. "Shoot me!"....I hesitated. "I promise you won't die if you shoot me!" I couldn't do it. I'd never murder anyone and I'd rather die than to kill an innocent person. He saw the hesitation in my eyes and then picked up the speed to 115 mph. "Shoot me now!," he yelled again. I was crying out large tears when I slowly lifted the gun from the seat floor. I valued my life very much and I didn't want it to end here....But I'd never kill anybody...Never! But a forceful veer forced me to pull the gun up to the back of his seat. But still, I couldn't do it. "Shoot me!" he shouted. I still didn't do it. "JUST SHOOT ME!" And with one hand driving the car, he used his other hand to force my finger to fire. He grasp my hand when I began to resist his efforts. He held hard on as ever and I tried to slip my finger from the trigger hole. I was doing all I could to avoid the trigger but he was still too strong for me. Eventually, he found the spot and I was over powered.....and the gun fired.....

The thing is though, I fired it. He could've never fired the gun. He would never have died by both his hands and a gun. I had realized that all he lived for after his love died was the fact that he wanted to die and reach heaven. He believed she was there and he would do all that he could've done in his power to reach her. I didn't want him to suffer anymore...Of course, I never intended to do so......He was bleeding on his right shoulder; the same shoulder that his love had died with. He quickly slowed down the car on the grass near a church building and stopped there. The officials there would call 911 but it would be far too late....

The rain had cleared a bit. Clouds began to open and a large light fell upon the earth.....He sat their staring....Staring at the sky.....Staring at the face of his love....After several minutes, he finally spoke in a hoarse tone. "Thanks. Can you promise that I'll be buried next to her?" I was crying and was caught off guard when he spoke because I expected him dead by now. I believed he was dead because he kept staring at the light from the hole in the clouds. In response to his question, I didn't answer but merely nodded. His eyes went off the mirror and he continued. "Thanks....again. Remember to retell my story...." he paused for several seconds. He let out a laugh and then continued. "Knowing you, I'm betting that you'll figure this out....but uhm....Can you wait two years before telling anybody? I want to be forgotten first...." I nodded again and while I wept, he started speaking again. He mumbled numerous phrases of philosophy that I knew nothing about. He ranted on and on about love, pain, loneliness, sadness, despair, charity, and so many other things that could've been recorded for future generations. Coutnless words jumbled around until his voice began to leave his body and left off to heaven. He croaked a bit and then fell silent. Somewhwere, I knew that he was happily rejoicing with his love, never to worry about the pain of seperation again.....

It's been two years and three weeks since the day my cousin died. I now tell the story again hoping that his soul may now rest in peace. After his death, I didn't know how long it had been until the police arrived. I was questioned but I didn't answer. I didn't speak and they began to believe that I had lost my voice throughout the tragedy. I was constantly talked about at school and I never spoke a word to anybody. My parents began to speak to me about this and why I wasn't talking....I merely told them that I was keeping a promise. So they decided to move the family to a new place.....I live where I live today and some people should know that. I've remained silent until now for my reasons and my cousin's......