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Chapter 4(E N D)

Today is the day I'm going to do IT. I don't care, it just hurts. I really love Clay, I don't want to get in the way of their relationship too. I might do something stupid that will break his relationship with Clay.

I looked at the window, Heather and Clay is going to hang out today, which is exactly what I wanted.

I went to the basement, which is full of old things and found exactly what I needed. I smiled, the kind of smile that looks happy and sad. I grabbed it and also grabbing a hook, the kind used for curtains.

I went back to my room, grabbed a paper and a pen and wrote:

"Dear Clay,

I know this is surprising that I'm writing a letter instead of using my phone but please bear with me. I love you Clay, but I can't mess around with your relationship with Heather. I see the way you look at her, you really love her. I know you won't be happy about this but it just really hurts, and I can't bear to live with the heavy thoughts of you not loving me. So I chose to commit suicide, I know this will hurt you, seeing your friend kill themselves, but please have a happy life with Heather. She's such an angel. I'll miss your pretty smile, your golden hair, your perfect green eyes, and most of all I'll miss your contagious laugh that I adore so much.

But I don't know why you kissed me during May 19th 20**, but thank you for that memorable time.

Heather, I know you will also be reading this so please take care of Clay for me!

Love,
George Henry Davidson"

'Why would you ever kiss me,
I'm not even half as pretty,
You gave her your sweater,
It's just polyester'

I pinned the hook on my cieling and tied the other end of the rope, and tugged it to see if the ceiling is strong enough to handle my weight. Surprisingly it was. So he made sure the noose was big enough to fit his head and small enough to fit his neck.

George gulped before he put the noose around his neck.

'But you like her better,'

TW FOR VISUAL DESCRIPTION OF HANGING
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I kicked the chair below me so the rope will tighten around my neck. I tried to fight back my instinct so I would suffer more, but I was giving up to it's wishes. So I reached for my neck in an attempt to make the rope loose, but to no avail. I made choking sounds as I kicked my legs trying to reach for anything so that I won't choke. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I grasped for air. My fingers were now bleeding in an attempt to make the rope loose as possible. The door handle was shaking, like someone tried to barge in, loud banging can be heard too, they were trying to save me,  but my mind was now going numb as my face was pale from the lack of blood. My legs stopped kicking and my hands dropped.

'Wish I were...'

Then everything went black.
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TW END

George's lifeless form was now hanging, motionless, but the rope was still swinging side to side due to George struggling earlier.

George was indeed dead, no one has saved him from the demise he caused to himself.

Meanwhile, Clay and Heather has arrived. Opening the door, they expected George to be watching something on Netflix. But no, he wasn't there. So they went to his room, but when they tried to turn the knob, it was not turning. It was locked by George, and they knew something was wrong, George never locks his door. They knocked loudly but George still did not respond.

They went somewhere to break the door handle. Once theg succesfully broke the door knob, they barged in, not expecting to see George's lifeless form hanging.

Clay rushed first, while Heather stayed back, horrified at the sight. Clay was trying to see if George was still alive, but no pulse was heard or felt. Clay began to sob tears, he never thought he would lose his best friend. He always thought that George was the guy who would be happy all the time, but he didn't know anything at all. He began to scream, asking why George did it.

As all of this was happening, Heather was panickly grabbing her phone to call the emergency hotline.

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Flashing red and blue lights was near George's house, and the sound of ambulance wails was filling the entire house and neighborhood.

Clay was sitting on the bed of George, shaking from all the crying. He grabbed a pillow, but then it revealed the letter that George wrote. This broke Clay, the least he wanted right now was a letter from his best friend. But he read it anyways.

Clay was sobbing, tears flowing faster than it ever did in his entire life.

"I love you Clay," Clay read that part, and he sobbed even louder this time.

He read the entire thing and fell on the floor. Clutching the note in his arms as his tears rolled to the floor.

"I'm sorry George, I wish I was here with you," he whispered to himself, knowing that George will never hear it anyways.

That night, Clay lost someone he adored and liked to tease so much. Clay was so tired he fell asleep on the floor, his tears still on his cheeks.

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Poor gogy, may you rest in peace.

Have a great day/afternoon/night/evening!

:(,
Zorb