A/n: Yes people this is a true story, yet I decided I would make it into a fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but the plot is entirely mine!


He was my first friend, my actual first real friend. He was my best friend, I always went to him with my problems, and in turn he would come to me with his problems. I thought that we would always be there for each other, but things don't always turn out how you think they should.

I started noticing he was becoming more and more distant, I figured it was because his girlfriend thought we were to close of friends. Weeks, months, and then years went by and he was too distant, his girlfriend didn't care about our friendship. I still didn't know why he was so distant, until I finally stopped and asked him, and he told me.

When I heard it, I just couldn't believe it. His family had been murdered, and he saw them after it happened. He hadn't been there, but when the police found his families bodies, they went to get him; he was just a mere boy of five. He was brought back to his house, where he saw his parents hanging on the porch, they had just been hung there, after they were brutally murdered, and his little sister was the worst part of it all. He saw her mangled, bloody, and murdered body on the floor; she had been raped, and then killed. He said he didn't want to get close to someone and have something bad happen to them, I completely understood.

Days went by and I didn't talk to him, I was worried, but figured he was just fine. But when the days turned into weeks, I was beyond being worried; he had shown signs of suicide. Soon he got on, I was relieved, but my relief was short lived.

He liked this other girl, yet he still had his girlfriend. His girlfriend and the girl were friends. He wanted to date the other girl, yet he didn't want to hurt his girlfriend. In fact he wanted to date both of them, but he knew he couldn't. I could only tell him to follow his gut, but he said he couldn't; I was at a loss for words. He said he was going to bed, and I let him.

Ten minutes passed and he came back, unable to sleep. We talked, about what he should do about his problem, I told him my opinion. He said he was feeling so many emotions, so many he just couldn't stand it. He wanted to end it all, just end it, so he wouldn't have those problems anymore, so that's just what he did.

He took out his serrated knife, and did the unspeakable, he ended his life. I loss my friend, my best friend to be exact. He did the act that so many couldn't do, yet so many have, I lost part of myself that day, he was so close and special to me, I just didn't know how to be happy for a long time. I'm writing this, as a finally good bye, and to tell people that they shouldn't let things get to you. You need you stand tall and strong, through thick and thin, be there for your friends when they most need it. Good-Bye.


A/n: I don't think any of you liked it, but I just needed to get this out there. I would really appreciate it if you could review, even if it's anonymous, I really want to here your opinion on it, whether you think it sucks, or if you like it and if you think I should add to it. … Ja Ne!