They say a best friend is someone who will be there forever, to listen to you rant about your shitty boyfriend or girlfriend, your parents and school, or just life. That they will never leave you alone, have your back no matter what, and help you through any and everything. But what happens when they leave? When they are gone for good and never coming back? What happens when the reason behind it all, is because they died? Because they took their own life?
This is the story of my best friend, Danny, who commited suicide in August of 2013. I'm writing this not only as a hope that I can help someone realize suicide is not the only answer or option, but to help me cope or try to deal with this by letting the world know how everything we do affects others. This is for those who feel alone or depressed and suicidal. For those who just want someone to understand them. This is for people like me.
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A/N: This isn't really a prologue, but it isn't really a chapter either. I didn't want to say it was something about the story, it is just like an introduction if you will, lol. Well I hope you enjoy this... P.S. this is a real story so yeah. Comment or vote or whatever you guys do. Stay Strong Beautifuls.
