Ian's POV
"Ian," I heard Anthony cry as he knocked on my door, "Ian, are you in there?"
"Yeah," I yelled, "what's up?"
Anthony came into my house. He looked worried.
"Hey Anthony," I said.
He didn't seem to notice me, and ran past me, into the kitchen.
"Ian!" He screamed.
I also screamed when I saw what lay in the kitchen. It was…me? Yes, me, laying on the ground, empty bottle of pills on the table.
"Ian, why?" Anthony sobbed.
He grabbed my body and held it in his arms. What is happening? Anthony quickly called 911.
Anthony sat on his couch, sobbing heavily.
"He's gone," He mumbled, "Best friend…"
I put my arm around him, but he didn't notice.
"I'm right here," I said.
"How did I miss it," He sobbed, "Why didn't he TELL me?!"
"I didn't think you'd care, Anthony," I said honestly.
"Please wake up," Anthony's voice said, "Please Ian, I love you."