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Prolouge- the note.

My name is Frank Iero and I am 17 years, 4 months, 3 days and 7 hours old.

I count everything. My parents call it a sign of 'autism' or 'OCD', but I don't believe that. It's just habit. Infact, I'm almost positive it's gonna help me one day, if I get lost in the woods or something, I'll be able to find my way out because I know exactly how many trees I've passed, and how many steps I've taken.

However (ironically, as my friend says) I hate maths. Can't stand the subject.

I'd rather spend those 50 minutes in a torture chamber. Burn my face off, rip my skin to shreds, go wild. Just as long as I get out of maths.

I don't even know why I hate it so much.

I guess they just don't teach it to be interesting. Perhaps I'd find long devision fascinating if they taught us to do it like they taught us how to improvise in drama (which, by the way, is basically just walking up to a random kid and screaming in their face until they react. I once had a whole conversation in screams which went on for a whole 17 minutes 32 seconds before the teacher told us to 'shut up and drama.')

Anyway, enough of that, I have to get on.

So, I guess this is my note.

Longest goodbye note ever, right, a whole 238 words so far... Actually, maybe it's not that long, come to think about it.

If you're reading this, I guess I've died.

That's sad, actually.

I mean, obviously, if you're reading this then you're alive, which means the 'end of the world' they keep talking about didn't actually happen and only killed a few of us. In which case, shit.

Tell the news anchor I hate him.

Seriously, the one with the lopsided moustache. If he's alive and I've had to go and die, my ghost is gonna hunt him down and turn the rest of his days into a real life horror movie.

I'm also guessing you must be my friend, if you're reading this.

I mean, not many people can really be bothered to uncover a goodbye note their friend hid for so many years, waiting for the end of the world to come take his life.

I'm waffling now. Sorry.

I bet I made you cry-smile, right? (I bet I did, especially if you're my friend and not one of those scary riot police guys in helmets. If you are a riot cop, seriously, you're terrifying and way too intense.)

I guess I'm scared. I don't want it all to end, but here we are.

The end.

It's been fun, I've a had a goodish life.

Seems a shame it's all over (but I've basically said that already).

So, goodbye reader, I'll see you in the afterlife. Bring cake.