Roger's POV
He was sleeping. I thought he was sleeping.
An empty bottle of ibuprofen sat on his dresser. No. No. Mark didn't commit suicide. Yes. Yes. He did. I found a piece of paper under the bottle. It said:
All the times everyone worried
I acted like I was fine
I wasn't.
No. I wasn't fine.
I cut myself. It was nice.
For a while.
Angel died and it got worse.
I thought of doing this before.
Then you moved.
I had dreams where I through my body out the window.
Those dreams were nice.
But interrupted by the fucking message machine.
Fuck. Fuck.
This is really happening.
I really did it.
Good bye.
THE END