I didn't know

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Clay POV
'George!' I shouted after him but he didn't seem to come back. I walked back to our table confused. Why didn't he tell me he wanted to visit her? Why did he tell me now. I mean he could've just messaged me.

I arrived at our table again. 'What was that about? Is he okay? Was he at his fathers again?I thought he has been living at yours for the past days?' Nick asked me confused but concerned at the same time.

'I'm confused. Yes he's been staying at mine. I don't know if he's okay but I assume he was at his fathers based on the way he looked. But that's not the reason I'm that confused about. He has been staying at mine and he seemed to enjoy it. He just told me he was going to meet his sister. He told me not to worry' I said

'He told you what?! He is going where?' Punz asked shocked, almost choking on his food. 'To his sister. Why? What's so shocking about it?' I asked even more confused due to their reaction on me saying that.

'Fuck he didn't tell you and we didn't either. His sister is dead. She killed herself after his mother died' Nick said stressed out and nervous.

I thought back to what George said to me a few moments ago.
"Don't worry about me Clay. Thank you for everything. Actually. Thank you. I don't deserve you. You are a good person Clay. I love you. I want to be happy again. I will visit my sister. Okay? Don't worry"

No No No No No please don't tell me he was going to try to- oh fuck.
He told me he loved me. He told me not to worry. He thanked me for everything. He wanted to be happy again. How didn't I notice right after he told me?! I'm so stupid.

'Shit what do I do? He ran away and I have no idea where he went to' I said stressed out and scared for George.

'Okay breathe Clay breath. We'll find him. While he staid at yours, did he ever mention his sister? Did he ever tell you something about their childhood? anything that could help us find him?' he said trying to act calm even though I knew he was nervous as well.

I tried to think back to our conversations over the past days when I suddenly remembered something.

'The treehouse' I mumbled getting up and Nick matched me doing so the others following. 'The treehouse. George told me how he used to go there with his sister. The treehouse by the lake near he park. He's gotta be there' I said and ran.

I don't think I've ever ran out of the school that quick. I couldn't loose him. I would never forgive myself. He seemed so happy. Was it all just an act for me not to worry? The fact that George has been breaking apart during the time I was with him broke me.
Why didn't he tell me?
I could've been there for him. I could've helped him. But I couldn't because he seemed so happy. He never said anything. I didn't realize he was breaking and now I might loose him.

I stopped thinking about it since I arrived at nicks car with him directly following. Neither of us spoke a word. We didn't wait for the other three. Alex owns a car. George is more important right now.

We both got in and Nick immediately started the engine. 'Should we call 911? I mean even if he's not at the treehouse maybe they can find him?' Nick asked slightly out of breath while driving towards the park. 'Good idea. I'll call them'

I called 911, told them what happened. I told them to send an ambulance to the lake near the park. They told me they had sent an ambulance but also send out the police to look around for George in case he wasn't at the treehouse. I thanked them and hung up. My breathing got heavier and faster by any second.

By now we've already reached the park and it's about two more minutes to the lake. I can't loose him. I just can't.

George POV
I can't do this anymore. No one loves me. This life is worthless. It wasn't always worthless. But since two of the most important people in my life left me, there wasn't anything to life for anymore.

I arrived at the treehouse after running as fast as I could. By the time I climbed up the ladder and sat down inside I was painting heavily.

I looked around.
I haven't been here since me and my sister were young. We used to go here a lot. By looking around inside, the memories from my childhood came back and I couldn't help but let the tears flow.

The place I used to be one of the happiest persons I've ever been is going to turn into the place I will die. I've never expected that I'd be in this situation one day. But something about the though of death felt peaceful.
Welcoming almost.

I opened the backpack, grabbed the bottle of whiskey, the pills and the pictures. I opened the bottle of pills and took out about 9 pills. I cracked open the bottle of whiskey, took a deep breath, threw the pills in my mouth and took a large sip from the bottle followed by a few more to make sure the pills reached my stomach as fast as possible.

I felt a short feeling of regret and guilt overcome my brain but it was to late now anyways. There is no turning back.
Besides, why would I stay in this world?

I took a few deep breaths in and out and all of the sudden the world started to spin. I took one last glance at the pictures laying in front of me, placed them in the pocket of my hoodie and closed my eyes preparing myself for death to overcome my body.

'I can't wait to see you again mom and Ashley.' I whispered, smiling slightly. Taking a few last deep breaths in and out I felt myself on the edge of passing out. I thought I heard faint sirens and shouting, but I figured it must be an imagination.

And seconds later everything went black.
Finally.

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