The Good, The Bad, and The Bullied

What We Can Do

*Sarahs POV*
The ambulance got here and the paramedics were with them. They examined Jake when they got here. He left in a body bag.

Why did this happen? Why now? Why not when he was 80 or something like that. He was so young. He was 15. That's way to young. I mean yeah sure he was depressed and sure there was times when he wanted to die. But he knew that there would end up being a time were everything would be semi normal. And okay at the most.

He was... How do you put this? He was, different I guess.

The funeral is on Monday at 9:58am

I know he is where is probably wants to be. In a better place.

*Danny's POV*
So he's dead now? Okay then. "What will it change he was just dead weight anyway." Said Brendon. You know. I think you might be right. He was just dead weight Brendon. "Guys stop he did more for you than anyone else would." "Oh shut up Sarah, the only reason you are saying that is because he was your only friend." Said Brendon.

*sarahs POV*
I ran away crying. Tears were streaming down my eyes as they laughed at me. "Maybe I should just join Jake?" I thought. No I couldn't. If I did. What would my parents do? What would my sister do? What would I do?

I went to sleep that night in tears, wondering why they would say that to me. I realized that they were probably just joking around. I went up to them the next day and asked them, "we're you guys just joking? Or not?" "Yeah we were totally joking." Said Danny. "I wasn't." Said Brendon.

We were all confused. Brendon was standing there, blank faces we were all confused. "Are you being serious, Brendon?"  "Yes I am very serious." Brendon said. "Wow. Okay?" I thought you liked Jake. I guess not.

We continued our day worry free.