A/N Okay so I wrote this for my friend and there will be a major character death. I hope you enjoy this.
James sat in his room holding a gun. Did he really want to do this, was it worth it? But before his conscience could kick in he lifted the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. And as he was floating up to heaven he was thinking?
I don't know if anyone can hear me scream. I don't know if anyone can see my pain. I don't know if anyone can help me now that I'm gone. I hope they will miss me. Did they ever figure out what was wrong, why I stayed in my room for so long? Probably not, they always blind to my pain, my feelings the way my heart ached every night. All the struggles I when through day to day. Why couldn't they have just seen it and stopped it. But no, they continued to bully me or pretend they never saw it, and for that I had to suffer. I had to suffer for their ignorance or there amusement. And now, now it's just one less life on earth.
A/N Okay so how was that? Yeah I know depressing. But I wrote it for my friend who was being bullied because he was gay. So he killed himself. I don't know if you have heard of him or not but his name was "Seth Walsh." And he didn't deserve the way people treated him. It's not bad to be gay, he was actually proud of it. It was just horrible but he's in a better place I suppose. Okay well review?
