Chapter 3-What did I do to deserve this?

Final chapter to the saddest story I think I have ever written. It would have been up sooner but I went on a short trip. Sorry about that. Please leave a review!

Warning: Suicide, Self Harm, DON'T LIKE, THEN DON'T READ!

Gilbert couldn't take much more. What did I ever do? This was just sudden. Everyone turned against me. What made them change?

As soon as Gilbert got home from school that day he put hs simple plan into action. Gilbert grabbed his father's gun from were it was hidden. His parents never kept it locked up or something. They didn't know Gilbert had found were it was hidden when he was in elementary school.

Gilbert went up to his room and locked the door. He sat on his bed and examined the gun. He thought about everything that happened in the past few years.

In seventh grade, everyone seemed to like me, or at least acknowledged me. In eighth, they started. It got worse in high school. They said it would get better. They said it would stop. Gilbert began crying. Couldn't they see what it was doing to me? Couldn't they see how bad it was. Gilbert raised the gun to his head, his finger on the trigger. Once I pull the trigger, it's all over. It will finally end. Gilbert pulled the trigger. The gun went off, almost instantly killing him.

Once his parents finally got the door open, they saw what had happened.

The school held a funeral for Gilbert, all of classmates present. They were all crying and apologizing to Gilbert, now that they had seen what they had caused him to do.

No one notices what they have until it's gone. The same goes for people.

I was crying so badly as I writing this story, I had to stop several times just to calm down enough to type. Why would I write something like this?! Thank you everyone who took time to read this and thank you for those that reviewed!