John Watson's Best Friend
I had a best friend once. He was arrogant, rude, and all around unpleasant; but he was also passionate, brilliant, and kind-hearted. He didn't get along with people very well. I was his only friend. I guess eventually the insults and loneliness became to much for him. It happened one day when I was coming home from work. He phoned me on my mobile, and told me to look up. Once I did, I saw the worst thing I could have ever imagined. My best friend was standing on the tall building of Hospital. He told me goodbye with a trembling voice and jumped. All I could do was scream his name and run towards his body. There was a small crowd, but all I could see was my best friend lying flat on the pavement, dead.