When no one cares who you are, or what you do, No ones going to miss you when you're gone.
Ty, I'm sorry. I'm twenty two, and I've done nothing for myself. By the time Gandhi was twenty two, he had three kids. Mozart, 30 symphonies. And Buddy Hollie was dead. I need you to look after Carrie for me. I need you to be a better big brother to her, than I was too you. And I need to understand why I did this. I started working for dad, and it killed me. I wanted to be a musician, but he convinced me that I wasn't making any money. He offered me a job, and desperate to please him, and desperate for the money, I took it. I shouldn't have. It was the worst decision I ever made. Tyler, I need you to promise me that you will never accept a job from him. No matter how desperate it gets, live the dream. Don't give up Tyler, don't give up.
Caroline, Don't worry. That's my fault, and I don't want you to be too sad. I don't mean to cause you pain, and you're to young to understand the real reason why I'm gone. But you'll be okay. Tyler will look after you. He'll be a better big brother than I've ever been. But you have to look after him too. Make sure he doesn't smoke to much, 'Kay? And I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be fine.
Mom. I know you'll be okay. You have (Don't remember her husbands name so,) Gerry. He can look after you, and he keeps you strong. I'm sorry, but I just had to get out of this world. I know that your probably angry with me, but please try to forgive me. I know you'll be able to do this. I'm sorry I'm being a pretty bad older brother to Tyler and Caroline. And I want you to know, that this is in no way your fault. You didn't raise me wrong. If you're looking for someone to blame, blame that arrogant bastard I used to call Dad.
I love you all, and I need to do one thing for me.
Remember me.
Michael Hawkins put his letter down on the desk beside him. He folded it over, and wrote two words. Read this. He felt tears running down his cheeks as he thought of His mother, his sister. His brother. Sighing through his tears, Michael stood on his chair, and climbed onto his desk, and slipped his head into the already tied noose. He adjusted the rope around his neck, and got ready to leave. But his last thoughts weren't of his family, or even of his father. He didn't think about how it would feel when his brother would walk into his room, and see him. Or how they would cope. All he could think of was getting out of the world. Leaving all his depression, and misery. And with that thought, he stepped off his desk into the air.