This is a story based on a true event of a friend ho committed suicide last year. i didn't personally know him, but i have a friend who did. this story is the beginning of what i hope to eventually create into a book.

1. The Unexpected.
No one thought it would happen this way not even me, and that’s saying a lot
considering I was his best friend. We’d been friends since kindergarten when he shared
his crackers with me because I had forgotten mine. He was the nicest kid anyone could
ever possibly know. With the best smile, laugh, eyes… no one hated him; or at least we
thought so. He was just so happy all the time! He acted as if nothing could get in his way
or change what he believed.
Sure, he got picked on because of his smallness, or the fact that he didn’t date
girls, but maybe he hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet, or he wasn’t allowed to date girls. I
know half of that isn’t true, but did they? Maybe some of them. But they couldn’t have
thought they were rumors, could they? What happened to this world? Back in the olden
days people would think of it as sin to bully or gossip. Everything has changed so
dramatically in such a short time. If I could, I would go back in time and right all the
wrongs, and save him. What if he was trying to tell me he was going to commit suicide?
Was I too into myself to hear his plea for help? I noticed the distance from others, the
lack of interest. Suddenly he wasn’t there. I waited at school for his appearance. First
day, second day, third, fourth, fifth. A whole week goes by without any sign of him.
What kind of friend wouldn’t call? But on the sixth day, I got it. A call. It’s from his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Westcott. Sorrow fills the crevices of their voices. I demand to
know what’s going on with such force it shocked me. Through sobs and gasps, they
finally get it out. He tried to commit suicide by hanging himself in a tree in his backyard.
Apparently he’d been acting strange all week. Like giving away personal items. They
didn’t know what to do; they just thought he was sick or something.

2. “But we were wrong,” they had said about him being sick. Only they weren’t
wrong. He was mentally sick. After finding him hanging almost lifelessly, they called
nine-one-one and cut him down from the tree. When an ambulance arrived, they took him
to hospital and did everything in their power to save him. But it didn’t work. His throat
was too damaged. It was a sealed deal. He had his life taken away. Why, you ask?
Because he was bullied. I always knew he had trouble with bullies, but I didn’t know it
affected him so much.
He was gay. So what? I’m sure just every one of those bullies watched at least
one show with gay people in it and never made fun of it. They’re insecure low life kids
who want to make others feel bad because of their own insecurity. You know what I have
to say to those people? Get help! And you know what hurts the most? It’s mainly my
fault because I never stopped to ask, “Hey, what’s wrong? You seem kind of down.” If I
did, would it have helped? Probably.
Oh, Seth… I’m so sorry!
Chapter one:
Eyes puffy, lined with red from rubbing them, I walk into the school building. It’s
not going to be the same without Seth. He was the highlight of my mortal life. I can feel
the stares of other kids as I walk towards my locker. Everyone knows what happened to
Seth now. It was on the news, and there was a candle-light service for him last night. I
stayed there until five this morning, just crying and saying his name over and over again,
hoping the cameras would come out and say that I have just been punk’d’. Only it didn’t
happen. If there is anything I could do to bring him back, I would do it in a heartbeat. As
I walk down the hall, I notice that the talking has gone down to a light whisper, all eyes
on me. I open my locker and put my books inside it. Before shutting it, I look at the
picture of Seth and I from last years’ Halloween party. We were both ninja’s and his had
a pink headband.

3. “Evelyn, you would look so magnificent if you wore a pink headband,” he had
said to me when we were getting ready earlier that day.
“I wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing,” I say, adding a big smile. He just
laughed and flung it at me. Later that night, there was a picture booth thing going on and
we spent almost all our tickets just taking pictures. We wanted it to be a night we would
remember. Out of all the pictures we took, only two of them turned out. Seth had his in
his locker, and I have mine here.
I take my history book out of my locker for first period and slam my locker shut.
When I turn around, everyone’s eyes are on me. I give hostile looks in every direction
and say, “What? Do I have something in my teeth? A kick-me sign on my back?” People
slowly start to turn away and the talking becomes loud once again. I start to walk down
the hall when a junior named Drew shoves me with his shoulder. “No,” he said, “nothing
on your back or in your teeth. Just found a new ugly thing to look at it.”
“Then look in the mirror, Drew,” I say. He just pretends not to hear me and
continues down the hall. He was one of the people who bullied Seth. When I remember
this, it takes all my energy and strength not to turn around and cuff him in the neck. It’s
pretty much the best self -defense technique for a girl, really. Especially when he’s a
junior and I’m a freshman.
The stares don’t stop all day. It’s torture, but I cope through it because I don’t
want to go home. My parents will just keep on bugging me over and over again on if I’m
“okay” or if I want to “talk about it”. God, I hate it when they do that! When anyone does
it. There’s nothing worse. You think they’d get a clue after almost fifteen years. My
brother, Vander, was and still kind of is the same way. We get along great. He’s nineteen,
but still hasn’t moved out from our mom’s house yet because he can’t – or won’t – get
into a college. I don’t mind him staying with us. Actually, I love it! If he moved out, I
would be left alone with our parents. We both hate them. We don’t even call them mom
and dad. We call them by their real names, Rose and Alex. They are divorced and I still
have to keep on going back and forth from their houses. It really takes a lot of energy out
of me. Seth always told me to look at the brighter side of things…. I guess he didn’t.
Anyways, I’m with Rose on weekday’s, and at Alex’s on weekends, including
Friday. Vander lives with Rose because it’s mainly where I am and he and Alex don’t get

4. along at all. It’s pretty much because Alex got remarried to a girl named Delvia. She’s
horrible! I can’t pee without her yelling at me. One time I had just shut the door to the
bathroom (which swings open) and turned on the shower to take one when she started
yelling at me to let the dog in. I was mad that she couldn’t, so I swung the door open hard
and fast. Well, it turns out that she was standing right outside the door when I opened it
and it smacked right in the nose. I tried to tell her I was sorry – though I’m not sure if I
actually was – but she grabbed my shoulders and backed me up into the bathtub where I
hit my head hard on the metal faucet. I also got drenched from the water. Swear words
came out that I didn’t even know I knew that were aimed at Delvia. That’s when Alex
came in. a little too late, I would say. Of course, I was blamed for this whole situation
because I should have been more cautious when I open doors. Alex took Delvia to the
emergency room while I stayed home. When they pulled away, I called Seth and told him
what happened.
“That’s the way to get her,” he told me when I told him about smacking her. I
laughed. Not really because it was funny, but because of how cheesy it sounded. Seth
always knew how to cheer me up. So did Vander. They actually got along really well,
even though Vander knew he was gay. He was never the kind to make fun of people.
That’s what I like most about him. Everyday when I would come home from school,
Vander would ask me how Seth was doing and if he was going to come over. But most of
the time I didn’t let Seth come over. Mainly because of Rose and Alex.
Seth liked Rose for the most part. That’s only because he didn’t live with her and
only saw the show she put on when people come over. If he had stayed at my house for
more than two days, he would see the things she does to me when she’s drunk. I try to
leave as much as I can when she is drunk. If I am around her, she will hit me. Most of the
time Vander is there, even though he hates being there. It’s because he is worried about
me. I am tempted to call the cops on her sometimes, but then I would end up with Alex
and Delvia. If that ever happened, I would run away. I’m sure he wouldn’t care, though.
He just thinks I am an uncontrollable girl who is mental. He has never actually said that
before, well, the uncontrollable part he has, but still. It hurts all the more. I can’t cry
about it though. That will show I am weak, and if that happens… then I am nothing.

5. The only friend I really had was Seth, but with him gone I don’t know how long I
will last. I know I should probably get help, but I can’t bring myself to do so.