Ian recently tried to end his own life. The chubby, brunette swallowed many pills at once causing his stomach to rupture and for his body to reject the toxins inside the pills. He was in the hospital and wanted to try it all over again. He still wanted to be dead. Why wouldn't those stupid pills do the job. Ian hated himself and everything around him so much. He was alone. Not even his dad would visit him. His own father. He was sure that he wasn't going to be allowed back into his home after this. But why should he give a fuck? His old man never cared for him anyways. He sighed and looked out the window. He was hoping for some peaceful alone time, but nearly jumped out of his hospital bed at the sight he saw outside of the window. A figure was moving towards him. As he inched closer Ian noticed the boys long, shabby blonde hair and a pair of big, black eyes. It was one of his friends. Well, his only friend. It was Blondie. He was humiliated. He knew Blondie would let him have it for doing what he did. He heard the door open from behind, but refused to turn his head

"Ian." he heard.

"He didn't respond.

'Please go away..please go away..' he thought to himself over and over. His mind was racing. Was this really happening. Why did things have to be like this.

"Ian." he heard, once again.

He finally replied, but still didn't look back at the short, rodent-like boy behind him. "Oh, hey.. I-I didn't see you.." Dammit! Why did he say that! He sounded like a total idiot! He hoped Blondie wouldn't notice.

"Ian. I know what you're thinking," his voice was barely above a whisper, "but I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried. I know you have problems, but please, I really do care about you. Don't scare me like this again" As Blondie spoke, his voice gradually got louder. It was the most Ian had ever heard him say at once and the two had known each for as long as he could remember. He finally turned around to face his big-eyed friend.

"Look Blo-" he cut himself off, "Look *Tylor*, I'm sorry. I know what I did was stupid, but can you really blame me? I have nothing to live for. My entire life is shit. My parents hate me and the only thing I actually like to do is ride my motorcycle, but I even suck at that. I can't do anything right. I always planned on killing myself at 16, but the other day I realized that I just shouldn't wait for my death anymore and just end it as soon as possible. My life has no meaning"

"Blondie's eyes widened at that. Ian instantly regretted saying what he did, he didn't want to make his friend upset. He realized all he did was prove his point, he really was worthless.

"Ian. Don't say those things, your life is full of meaning. You have a lot of potential, you're good at so many things"

"Oh yeah, like what" he said, sounding crueler than he intended, "I know you're trying to help, but please just go away" Ian said coldly. Why was he acting like this? Pushing away his best friend is the last thing he wanted to do.

"Ian..I...have to go" Blondie said as he turned away and left the room without looking back.

"Great. Just great. Ian wanted to die more than ever now. The depression was eating through him like a hungry termite who had just found a long sheet of driftwood. Why did he have to be such an ass.