Oz gripped the knife tightly in his hands. Who would care if he was gone? No one. Everyone hated him. His own father abandoned him! He didn't even attend Oz's coming of age ceremony. "Why?" he whispered. "WHY?!" Tears filled the boy's eyes. "Why do you ignore my father? You've never been there for me! Never!" He sobbed quietly. "I'm tired of faking it. I'm tired of being happy." Most people thought of Oz as a happy go lucky type of person. He was always positive and smiling. But it was all a lie. Inside Oz was dying, and he was tired of it. No one knew the pain he felt every day, the misery. Gil was the only one who kept Oz alive. He was Oz's only friend. "Gil I'm sorry." Oz whispered as he brought the knife down. Smiling to see the blood from the wound in his chest, until the world faded to black.
[ I'm sorry! I had to write that! Please don't hurt me! *Hides behind Break* I know I haven't updated my other story but im working on it! Reviews are appreciated! w (Those who review get candy!) ]
