The sky is red and so are you. Raindrops and tears fall on a still body and screams fall on deaf ears. They found you in a river. You hadn't been knocked – they tried to find a culprit for murder. Until they found the small horizontal lines on your wrists… Oh friend… Why did you do this? Why didn't you try to call for help? Now as they wrap up your body like a baby in towels and blankets I shake my head. Warming you up from the harsh bite of the rivers cold won't change what you have done. The broken boy who cries next to you, fights off the paramedics and screams at you to wake up. No matter how hard he tries he knows that nothing can ever take back the decision you made. I have to drag him away from you and so we cling to each other as tears cling to our eyelashes. The sky rains along with us and the section of the sky that can be seen is a blood red as if all the blood spilt from your arms has been collected and stored for this day. You are gone now we realise. So you wait and once everyone leaves, we hold hands and jump.