“I lowered the gun from my head and felt the back of my hand hit the wood railing of the bench. Every ounce of energy I had was gone; every spark of life inside me was gone. In that moment I felt I had lost what little I had left of myself. I was truly empty - absent of any emotion, concern, or fear.”
--A Teenager’s Journey by Richard Pelzer"
“My journal had become my only true friend, but it had also become my worst enemy - it had become a true reflection of me.”
--A Teenager’s Journey by Richard Pelzer