Dear Ethan,
Sometimes I question our destiny. What if we were meant to make it through the accident together, but because I pushed you, I ruined our fate? I already ruined your life. I hate myself. I basically killed my best friend.
I've become suicidal. I miss you so much and I love you. I hate not being able to see you. I'm still in the hospital, and my doctor noticed a suicide note on the table. I hadn't meant for her to see that until I was dead. It read:
"Because of me, my best friend whom I love, lost his life. I can barely function with the thought and without Ethan. I have to be with him, so when you read this, I'll already be in his arms. I'm sorry I had to do this. Please let my parents know that I am safe and happy. I only left them for my best friend, Ethan Reins. I love you, Ethan, and I love you, family."
My doctor asked me if I attempted suicide and I started to cry. I wouldn't answer any of her questions.
"You can tell us. We'll help you," she assured me.
I finally told her that I was planning to unhook all my machinery and overdose on my medications. She immediately signed me up for therapy.
I refuse to tell anyone about my problems except for you. Only you understand. Nobody else will.
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
