Last week, a user that you may have known died. His name was Kyle Magellan, but you probably knew him as NotAvailable. In my neighborhood, the houses are at least a mile apart from each other in the backwoods, and shortly after this user described where he lived, I realized what a small world it is. I barely got to know who he was before he went, but he left behind his dog Union, and a note. The note he left had a drawing of the ugliest creature I had ever seen, and under it read, "When you see it, run."
He took his life on the night of the full moon.
To those of you who were wondering what Kyle really looked like, yes. He did have stitches and scars; all over his face. Kyle did not have any hair at all; probably a form of alopecia. His eyes were so brown that they seemed to be black, and he was one of the nicest people I ever had the pleasure to meet, if only for a short time. I could sense that he was troubled by something deeper, as if he was trying to run away from something that he could not.
I found his body that night, and realized that what could have been haunting him drove him to kill himself. But I hope that he is in a better place now. One that would not treat him so horribly; as I remember him describing that he was bullied and beaten by various people, including his own father, who passed away before he did. Even though Kyle didn't have enough food to feed himself with, he was smart and resourceful. I often saw him coming back from the woods with dead animals and plants slung over his back; and reading his comments about the abandoned food mart he picked over.
A few days before his death, I heard that he finally received a job in town.
But I think I will remember him most by his character, Stitches. Stitches resembled himself; scared, stitched up, lonely, beaten, sad, and misunderstood. But he was loving, and wanted anybody for a friend. If I can remember correctly, he said that he was close to ending his life before he found TEFc.
The people who commented on his blogs, drew him pictures, and played with him in the forest must have made him really happy, and he seemed very grateful for them.



Afterglow

I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

-Unknown