Alright, Dolly is MAJORLY pissed, for she has to go away for the weekend. So she shall try to update as many stories as she can, that way y'all don't freak out on her. So if they're short, get over it, it's an update. At any rate, here's a fun little drabble.

Ps, all facts about suicide in this fic are TRUE.

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"So how many of you know the 3rd leading cause of death for people ages 15-24?" the woman giving the presentation had a too small shirt that kept going up. She had to pull it down every time she spoke. "No one? Well, it's suicide. Yes, it's a sad thing, that people feel this way…"

Roy's mind wasn't exactly on the mandatory lecture. He was just waiting for it to be over so that he could go see Ed, who was just a leisurely walk across the building in his dorm. AND, Alphonse was currently visiting Winry, so it was perfect. But then there had to be a damn suicide lecture. Roy yawned.

"People tend to isolate themselves before they commit suicide. But before I go any further, I want you all to watch the clock for a moment." The room was silent, save for the ticking of the clock. "Every minute, there is an attempted suicide. And every 17 minutes, someone successes."

'Yay.' thought Roy. 'Only 12 minutes until I get out of here.'

"I can't tell you how hard it is to stop someone from killing themselves. My friend, at age 14, tried to kill herself six times. I was in the room the 6th time. I barely saved her because I didn't know what to do. But," she erased the warning signs off the board and wrote 'what to do' on it. "You might be able to."

Roy's chin rested on his hand as he tried to keep his eyes open. Hawkeye poked him from behind. He looked back to see papers filled with notes on the lecture. 'Teacher's pet.'

"Just listen." The woman continued. "All anyone wants in that situation is to know someone cares. Don't fake it either, genuinely show them. Respond to them, look them in the eye, and pay attention; show them that you care. Now then," she reached in her bag. "Who wants an 'I'm glad to be alive' sticker?"

Once out of the horrible room, Roy slipped past Hawkeye and her gun all the way to Ed's dorm room. He smiled and fixed his hair. Suddenly, he heard a small cry of sadness from inside. It was more like a whimper, or a sob. In any case, Roy didn't bother to knock, he just opened the door.

Ed was on his bed, his hair undone and in his face. His room was wrecked, and the telephone was near the wall, obviously thrown. Roy's heart broke when he saw the blood on the blonde's bed.

"Ed?" he whispered. Golden locks of hair flung up and even more golden eyes stared at his onyx ones. Edward's breathing was heavy and he seemed sad, but also very angry. "Edward, what… what happened?"

The bed creaked slightly as the blonde got off. He walked right up to the colonel. "They did."

"What?" Roy was quite confused. "Who did what, Edward?"

"They did it." Ed was practically speaking in riddles.

"Dammit, Ed! Who's they?" Roy put a hand on the younger's shoulder, only to have him shrug it off.

"They are." Roy finally got a true look in the blonde's eyes. They were pink and gold, showing that he had been crying. "They… told me to." Ed backed up and pointed to the phone. "The ones in there. They said if I did, you'd… that you'd…"

"I'd what, Ed?" Roy was getting worried.

"They called and said that you might go. I asked why, they said… they said that you'd go if I was alive, Roy. I… need… Roy they want me to…"

Roy didn't care how much the blonde didn't want him right now, but he went up and hugged him with all the love that a hug can give. The blonde started to cry again.

"It's true, Roy!" he shouted through the tears. "I'm gone!"

No one had ever thought the blonde would die by suicide. But then again, he didn't.

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Cliffhanger!!! Yes, this is now a 3 chapter thing I shall continue for the next 3 chapters. Well, including this one… so the next two. But only if I get reviews! –rushes off to next story--