They mock him. They bully and harass him. They would rob him of everything he had.
James always thought everybody loved him, because of his looks, talent, and personality. He was wrong. Everyone hated him and made his life a living hell.
Even Kendall and Carlos secretly despised him. The only person that liked James for who he was, was Logan.
Logan never hated James, even though he was selfish and cared about his looks. Even though how much Logan protected and stood up for James, all the bullying and death threats got stronger and more serious. Finally James had enough of it.
He sat on his bed in his dark, cold room. He held a revolver gun, letting its silver sides shine in the dim light.
The memories of people bullying and beating him up swirled in his mind. Anger and rage flared up inside him. His lips formed into a snarl but, then he relaxed and stared at the gun.
He lifted the gun up to the temple of his head, then right before he was going to pull the trigger, Logan burst through the door.
"James! No! Don't do it!" He screamed.
James looked solemnly at him, a tear slid down his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Logan. Good-bye." Right before Logan could stop him, he pulled the trigger.
The shot was deafening and shook the whole room. Then everything was quiet. James limp and lifeless body fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
Logan looked upon his body. Blood poured down the gunshot wound in his head and his eyes were cold and dead. Logan fell to his knees and began bawling his eyes out.
"Why!" Logan cried up toward the heavens. Tears dripped down his face and he wiped them away with the sleeve of his jacket.
James was dead and gone. Absolutely gone.
On the day of James's funeral, nobody came except for Logan.
He looked down at James's gravestone. It read; R.I.P. Here lies James Diamond. 1994-2011. Let his soul wander in someplace happy and peaceful.
Logan hoped it was true. He wanted James to be happy wherever he was.
Anger and vengeance glinted in his eyes. He hated those people who made James commit suicide. He wanted them to pay dearly. He wanted revenge.
But, Logan knew it was hopeless. It was one against a million.
He gripped the blood red rose in his hand, and then he bent down and gently laid it on James's gravestone. Thunder rumbled out in the distance and lightning streaked across the sky, flashing bright light everywhere. Rain started to heavily pour down, drenching Logan.
He didn't care. He continued to sadly stare down on James's grave.
"Rest in peace, buddy." He whispered. "I will never forget you."