One was a girl named Jess and the other one was a girl named Sara. I ended up being able to get Sara’s address before I left Charter and a phone number, same with Jess also. I would write Sara all the time. We developed quite a bond before we left. It was a very tight bond that it grew even stronger after I had left. She sent me pictures of her and always said she missed me. I wanted to go see her but all I had were my words because I was 180 miles away from her. She was having a bad time in her life and her depression continued. It broke my heart to receive her letters and hear how bad she was doing and I was powerless to do anything but write. I wanted to see her so bad. I think I remember asking my parents to come get to see her. As the weeks went on and on she began to lose hope in me. I stopped hearing from her a few weeks before Thanksgiving. When I went home for Christmas that year, I tried calling her and didn’t get anyone. I called Jess and talked with her and asked her about Sara. We all knew each other and tried to keep tabs on everyone after we got out with phone calls. I asked her if she knew anything about Sara. She got real quiet and started crying. I asked her why she was crying. It took her a moment to contain her emotions. Her stuttering was telling me it was something serious. She then told me that Sara had committed suicide. You know the moments of shock you get that end …show more content…
I had a hard time putting on an act to my family that I was happy. All the colors had faded from my life and I was only seeing black and white. I managed to get through Christmas and New Years and then take back to my prison that was known as the ranch. I ended up depressed again for a long time after that. Honestly, that is when I lost a piece of my soul. Things that use to make me laugh didn’t make me laugh anymore. There was a void in my life. I tried to fill it with all kinds of other things, from fishing to running while I was at the ranch. My life was at a standstill at the lowest part of my life at the time. I worked my way up the level system at the ranch to level 5. When I achieved this, it was the first good moment I had since hearing about Sara’s death. I started working in the kitchen and it was relaxing there. It was me, another boy and the cook named Charlie. Charlie was the nice old man. He had all white hair with a short cut beard and mustache. He had seen a lot boys at the ranch and even fewer come work for him in the kitchen. He felt more like a grandfather figure. He was always there to listen. I told him some of my problems going on at the time. His advice seems invaluable. There were perks to also working in the kitchen. For example eating first or eating the left over desserts that were prepared but no one ate. All you had to do was prep the kitchen and set everything up and the set the food