A Face I Will Never Forget
When I was younger, on a cold crisp but sunny autumn saturday morning, me and a boy on the street went to play football on the green.

It was a moderately large space, next to a main road with large willow trees. We kicked the ball around, one over ambitious boot launched the ball under one of the larger willow trees.

As I got towards it I could see a pair of feet hanging amongst the thin branches. Being far to young and innocent to understand the eerie creek of a dead weight hanging from a rope I had little idea of what I was about to uncover.

I picked up the ball and looked up, into the eyes of a young man, his face contorted into the deathly expression that must only come from strangulation. His face drained of colour, it appears to swift en his death he had slit his wrists and throat.

Unsuprisingly I was petrified with fear, I ran home and the whole story unfolded from there. I had terrifying nightmares of trees, the hanging figures, his distorted faced and staring eyes night after night. I would not sleep for weeks, due to the fear of what the nightmares that would follow.

Eventually I was sent to a child psychologist, the nightmares stopped but so did my ability to dream or at least my ability to remember them. Even now I rarely remember anything of the previous nights sleep, but I will never forget his face.
(serial lurker, Tue 4 Mar 2008, 17:25, 2 replies)

:(
I feel for you. That must have been a horrible thing to go through at such a young age.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 5:43, closed)

This is why suicides are selfish.
Because someone has to find you, and become traumatised by it.
(Musuko, Wed 5 Mar 2008, 12:27, closed)