Celeste+Martino+peroid+2

The Assassination We all circled around the grave. A few people next to me his mother and sister were crying loudly, while his dad cried silently. I found that I too, had tears rolling down my cheeks. Brad was standing to me too, with tears in his eyes. But his face wasn’t that of remorse, it the expression he wears when he’s lying. Weird. The pastor walked up next to the grave. “Chad Cooper was born on June 19, 19993. He was sixteen when he committed suicide. We’ll all remember him in our hearts and minds, and he’ll never be completely gone from this world.” Then people began throwing their flowers into the grave. I threw mine in last. Chad was my best friend all my life, and recently my boyfriend. I remembered our happiest moments, going to the beach at night, sitting under the stars together. Our first date. Our, and my, first kiss. And now that was all gone. Washed down the river of time. But I don’t believe he committed suicide. He had his whole life ahead of his, he had had me, the new car his parents got him with his drivers license for his sixteenth birthday. And he was NOT the type who committed suicide. I think someone murdered him, in my mind, assassinated. But who’d want to assassinate him? Like all small towns everyone knew everyone else. And everyone loved him, like…me. He got good grades, never got in trouble by the police for anything. He was kind, and smart, *sniff* wonder…ful! I started to cry uncontrollably. Brad put his arm around my shoulders. He’d been so comforting since the accident. He was my shoulder to cry on. He’d been my best friend since kindergarten, before and after Chad and I were a couple. Brad had sort of hated Chad, because he got me not him. But that was nothing. I hid my face in his chest. Every one started to walk back to the main building. As we walked back he said, “It’s a shame Chad had to commit suicide by knife.” “Yeah.” I said. But then something in my head clicked. They hadn’t said how he committed suicide, because they hadn’t known for sure.
 * By Celeste Martino**

//So how did he know it was with a knife?//