Get your tissues ready...
Dear Friend,
Why is it that whenever something really good happens, some terrible thing comes and kills your happiness?
I'm sorry; I haven't written in a while, but something absolutely tragic has happened.
Castiel Novak killed himself last Friday.
Dean got a text from Castiel, asking him to come to the football field. Dean had been in class and his phone was in his locker, so he saw the text about an hour after it was sent. He decided to go anyway. He thought maybe Cas would still be there.
He walked up to the football field and saw the body. Castiel was hanging from the goal post by his neck.
The coroner's report says that Castiel slit his wrists vertically then took a lethal mixture of Xanax and alcohol before he slit his throat and hung himself. It is also on the coroner's report that Castiel had multiple layers of bruising and gashes all over his back from before that day and he had been starved. Mr. Novak is being charged with gross negligence and child abuse. He will serve life in prison. Small fucking mercies.
Dean did find a note that Castiel had left for him. He let me read it. It read:
Dean,
I have done so much wrong. It is time to do some right. I know this will hurt you and I'm so sorry. I love you more than I can ever say. I should never have treated you the way I did. I should have stood up for you and held your hand in public and let everyone know how much I loved you. You were the saving grace in my life. I don't think I could've made it this far without you.
When I first met you, I was struggling to accept who I was. I was going to kill myself because I knew that no one cared about me. Now, I know that someone loves me. I just can't handle any more.
No one will ever understand how much I loved you or why. They won't understand us.
Do you want to know what I was thinking the first time I met you?
We were in the eighth grade. I was the nerd and you were that weird kid that everyone was afraid to talk to. I thought you looked lonely. Being an outcast myself, I decided to come talk to you. The moment you said "Did the girls get too feminine for you?" I knew. I knew that I would love you until the day I died. And I did.
I want to thank you. Thank you for getting me farther than I could have ever gotten on my own. You have been my guardian angel. I'm sorry for hurting you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Castiel
I wish I could understand, but I know I never will. All I can do is be here for Dean. He's really hurting right now.
Sincerely,
Charlie Bradbury
This broke my heart.
Originally, I was going to kill Dean and Cas was going to find the body (and then maybe kill himself), but it made so much more sense to kill Cas. Sorry...
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Reviews make me less sad for murdering Cas...