The sun was going down, the window was open letting in the crisp autumn air, and Pete sat on his bed. He could feel the cool wind brushing across his face as he exhaled slowly. Most of the students were in town or watching the football game or enjoying the carnival for what little time it would be open, so there was almost no noise in the dorm. The only source of light in the room was the slowly fading sun. Everything seemed to be at peace.

Not for long though. Pete looked down at the gun in his hand, and smiled sadly. He wondered how happy Gary would be to find him dead, On the bed, blood staining the sheets. Or maybe one of the jocks or a nerd would find him. There screams would make Gary smile. Pete wish he would see Gary's reaction when he found out Pete was dead. He was sure Gary would be happy to get rid of Pete. After all, wasn't he the one telling Pete to go kill himself in the first place?

It wasn't just Gary that made Pete want to finally off himself. It was Jimmy too. Once Jimmy became the king again he left Pete to be head boy by himself. Pete tried to hang out with Jimmy, but the taller boy would yell at him, accuse him of being a 'faggot' in front of everyone. He would become the bully he swore he never was. He only ever bullied Pete, and if his only friend thought he was a loser than it was true right? If even the one person, who he thought cared about him, thought he was a faggot than that meant every one hated him too right?

When Gary came back he thought things would be different. He thought things would take a turn for the better. Gary would be his friend again, they would be roommates, but now look where he ended up. All alone in his bedroom with a gun pressed to his forehead. At least he was right about one thing, Gary was his roommate. Pete let out another shaky breath. He needed to pull the trigger.

'Do it.' He chanted to himself. This was it. He took in a deep breath, finger moving towards trigger, until the click of the door was heard. The small male sat stock still looking at the door, but he only saw a blur pass in front of him. Pete jumped from the bed, startled by the intruder. The gun lay forgotten next to the bed. Pete was shoved into a wall and held there by his neck.

"Are you insane ?" The intruder's deep voice rang out.

"Gary?" Pete whispered after getting over the shock. 'Gary wasn't supposed to be here! Gary is supposed to be at the football game, no, this isn't right. Gary showed up to early.' Pete thought, he scolded himself for not locking the door.

"What were you thinking, huh? Killing yourself! What's wrong with you?!" Gary practically screamed in Pete's face. Pete silently wished the ground below him would swallow him whole. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Gary's grip tightened on his neck. "Why would you try to do something like this moron!" Gary growled. The trembling boy tried to talk, but the words ran together in his mouth. Not one coherent sentence came out.

"Not like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this..."He managed to whispered.

Pete was dragged from the wall, and thrown on the ground. Gary looked at the gun that lay next to Pete, and grabbed it.

"Shit! God damn it Pete!" Gary turned to the door he had left wide open and slammed it shut. Gary paced the floor nervously, his mind running a mile per minute. Pete didn't know what Gary was going to do with the gun or what he was upset about, but he was sure that he was dead. Gary stopped pacing and stared at Pete, who was now crying. Gary shook his head and stared at the gun again. He needed to get rid of it, and fast.

He ran over to his own bed, and dug through the trash piled under it. He pulled out an old backpack he had stuffed under his bed, and put the gun inside.

"I'll be back." With that he left. With what little energy Pete had left, he crawled onto his bed and cried himself to sleep. What else could he have done? Followed Gary and ask for the gun back or go out and find some other way to kill himself? He didn't have a plan, and he felt broken.

Pete's eyes snapped open as he heard something move behind him, he layed completely still. To scared to see who it was and to tired to care.

"You don't get to choose when you quit. You stop when I tell you to. Got it?" Pete jumped at the voice, he twisted his neck around and saw Gary climbing into his own bed. The backpack was no where to be found.

Pete sighed at the memory and closed his eyes. Gary was a good friend. Only if you could see past his crazy and anger. Pete sometimes thought that he was the only one who could see past all that. He rubbed his eyes, and yawned. Maybe Gary would be home by the time he woke up. Yes, maybe that would happen. While sleep slowly took him, a voice in the back of his mind told him, 'You're lying to yourself.'

When Pete woke up the next morning, there was a gun pointed at his face.