Part 2
Finally he moved languidly away from the window and slumped down onto his bed. Lying staring at the ceiling he let a few of the hot tears trickle down his face. This pain it wasn't anything new to him he'd endured pain like this for as long as he could remember.
Never speaking or showing any sign, it his darkest secret haunted him. His mother's hateful and cruel words echoing through his mind. This was why he had tried during the dark tournament and other times to end this pain. Each time he had forced himself to stop through the memory of his beloved friends. This time however it would be different this time he would succeed in his endeavor to end his sorry life. His friends had already cursed him and said they would be happier if he were dead. His beloved to gone so far as to cheat on him with a trusted friend he'd known since childhood.
They all of them were liars they who he had once loved and protected now scorned and deserted him. He could trust no one not with this not after what they had done to him. He could only do one thing and even now was preparing and urging himself to do it. He stood and pulled a pair of white socks onto his feet. Followed by his shoes then he rose and drew the bottle out of his pocket, the pills within cluttering loudly against the sides. He got up and got water from the bathroom and sat on his bed beside the suicide letter.