"You fucking assholes!" You scream to the group of jocks, flipping over the round table. They look at you and their features soften, they know exactly why you are there. "Y/N, I didn't know it would go that far" one speaks. "We were only messing around and do you know how bad I feel" another adds. Your blood boils just at the sight of them but you can't help but whimper, he was actually gone. "You should! He was the sweetest, happiest soul, and you took that from him!" You scream as the cafeteria becomes silent and all eyes are on you. "I hadn't seen him in two days and I went to his house" you drop to your knees, and one of them holds his hand out, but you harshly slap it away. "I had to find out my best friend was dead, he overdosed. And all he left was a note." You throat dries and you swallow the lump. "You guys drew the line, and because of you I will never get to see Matthew again." You stand to your feet weak and afraid. "I never even got to say goodbye, and I hope it haunts you for the rest of your life. You guys did some terrible things to him, and I'll never understand why. He never did anything to you or to anyone." You close your watery eyes, letting the rest of your tears flow. "And the part that kills me the most is that he's not where he belongs. Because he took his own life, he's not going to a happy place" You place your hand over your mouth trying not to sob. Your best friend, Matthew Espinosa is gone.
