I busted through the front door, flung my bags off me and collapsed on the sofa as soon as I got home from a long day of work. I breathed in the woody smell of our house and the incenses dad always lights up, they relaxed me a little. My father, ageing but still strong as a bull and livelier than my 17 year old self, greeted me and asked how I was feeling.

"Exhausted," I breathlessly said. "I'm sore, everything hurts." Father offered me some green tea to cheer me up and strolled away to the kitchen. I smiled tiresomely to myself knowing that I have such a wonderful dad.
I started blankly at the old TV, the laughter and the static noises from it distorted out. My mind's too overused for anything to make sense today and my head was in a daze. The walls suddenly looked blurry and I was on the brink of maybe passing out from exhaustion. Then the phone rang violently and it shook me awake. My dad appeared from the kitchen saying that Jak, my best friend, wanted to speak with me. I motioned to my father that I was asleep. I didn't feel like talking, but I knew I'd see him in school the next morning anyway, we could talk then. No big deal.

The next morning in school, I stood around at our usual spot and waited for Jak, but only to find that he wasn't going to turn up any second after the second registration bell rang. I swerved my way around towering groups of people to class and hoped for Jak to enter the room. Before the registry began, Mr Damas made an announcement that one of the students from our class had sadly committed suicide. Everyone in the class was present, except for one. And at the moment, I instantly had this sick, twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach. I got up, went outside and that was the time I found out that Jak, my best friend, had took his life. And I wasn't there for him when he needed. The cold winter air hit me and everything was in fast motion, everything was spinning, everything slowed down, everything stopped then everything went blank. I started breathing out of control and I fell to the floor sobbing. I screamed out his name, I really wanted to reach him. I felt Mr Damos' hand rubbed my back to comfort me when he knelt down beside me. I had no idea how I felt, I had no idea what to do.

One selfish act and you lose the person you love.