12 years

Tragedy

  Jesus...Its a touchy subject. so where to start...okay

    Months ago I met a boy, a sweet, wonderful, kind boy. This boy was named William, will for short. We became friends and talked every day for months and months. Then the day before thanksgiving, 2020, he told me everything. He wanted to die. His mother had died of cancer, and his father treated him like...well- garbage. I decided to be the reason he should live. Now before I continue, I would like to say, I always am the therapist, for maple(we will get to them) for Will, and for basically everyone. No one, and I mean no one, asks me how my home life is, or if I'm suicidal. Hate to say it but I am. 

    Now, Will introduced me to Maple. Maple became my friend as well, they are non binary. Maple told me about how they had run away from home, and live in foster care, some tragic backstory. My mother saw the messages and made me delete their contact because she said they might be a creep. But before I deleted maples contact, all I saw was "Jack is dead". 

Now you may be wondering who Jack is, well Jack was Maples friend, Wills friend, and my friend. I didn't know Jack to well but I met him once or twice. He was very kind. I just now got Maples contact back but they won't respond. I noticed I had a message from Jack the other day. It read, and I quote "Goodbye, I didn't know you but I'm sorry anyways". He committed suicide. Jack died. He was last active 4 days ago, so I am not sure, but as I write this...I believe there is some hope yet, some hope that somewhere, somehow, Jack is still alive. 

Will and I don't talk anymore. We are still together but whenever I message him he doesn't respond. Ever. 

I will continue to update on this, but I don't know for how long, its so confusing. 

I hope Jack is well wherever he is

-Alastor Epione

Wednesday, March 24, 2021