His body was not a great sight. I was here with him, yet I failed him. I failed myself. How could I not have noticed? How did I not stop him? I heard the door open, and the footsteps of his mom. I locked the door. I didn't want her to have to see her son like this. 

I sat there, trying to find something to do. She came upstairs and knocked on the door. "Philip? Ivy?" I was sobbing quietly now. "Um, just...wait a minute." I really didn't want to but I had to carry his lifeless body off of the rope and into his closet. As I did, he fell to the floor. I had to drag it now. I put the rope in there too. "Hello, Mrs. Johnson." She looked around the room. "Hey, where is Philip?" "Oh he went to the bathroom." I made sure to lock the bathroom door from the outside with my fingernails before she would go check.

"Hey, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go home." "Already? It's Friday, you can stay the night!" "I know, it's just...I'm gonna go."

I ran home just like after school.

What could I do? My crush is gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

He's

Gone.

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