Authors Note:
I've been getting a lot of messages about this story, and I just wanted to say something quickly. I am not, in the least, depressed beyond belief right now. I've been dealing with this suicide all my life, I think I have a grasp over my feelings about it most of the time.
As for why I wrote this: I was talking with friends, and they were making fun of suicide. Normally, a few jokes don't hurt me, but they were going a bit too far. I know its because they haven't experienced something as powerful as someone taking their own life, but it was still wrong. Coinsidentally, that was the day of the aniversary of my dad's death. With that in mind, I wrote this, not because I felt depressed, but more because I want people to understand something: Suicide is NOT a joke. Its the most hurtful, selfish thing one can do to the people around them.
And also, sometimes, just being a friend can help, even if you can't solve their problems.
And for those of you that are wondering, yes, I dislike my father, but he also gave me one good thing: respect for my own life (even if it tends to be shitty a lot, at least I see its value).
Peace out.
--Smiff
PS: I revised the One-Shot for those who care. XD
