The hooded boy lifted his arm and pulled his sleeve further up his arm. He looked at the watch and sighed. It was time. He pushed out his chair and opened the draw next to him, revealing an envelope. He picked it up before walking down the large, oak staircase to the kitchen. The phone on the counter buzzed as he logged onto his social medias.
Simon jumped out of the car and ran towards the fast food restaurant with the other 5 in pursuit. He grabbed a table near the front as others pulled out chairs by him. "Do you think he is okay? All by himself?" The mature one asked.
"Chill Josh, he turned us down! He will be fine!" JJ laughed. Josh shared an uneasy glance with Harry as Ethan went to order.
Months of considering this option, months of depression had lead down to this. He bit his lip as his trembling slender fingers hovered over the keypad. He typed in the same identical message into all his apps and sent it off into the world. It was done. There was no turning back now.
Tobi laughed with Ethan as he helped him bring back the trays to the table. "You can never beat a good chicken burger!" Simon chuckled as he and the others took a mouthful of the food. Josh gently nibbled at his chips, the feeling of uneasiness filling his stomach. He pushed his tray away as the Sidemen looked at him, confused. "Not hungry." He answered. They all just nodded their heads except one. Tobi looked straight at him, studying his face.
Responses were flooding back, but he ignored them. He grabbed the piece of rope out of the cupboard and walked to the spare room on the bottom floor. Pushing the peeling door slightly so it opened, he closed it after him. He fished the key out of his pocket. He locked it. He shut off his phone completely before grabbing a stool from the corner of the room. He removed his hood and put his mobile on the floor beside him along with the letter.
Everyone's phones pinged as Josh looked at his. It was from his best friend. It read one. single. word. Goodbye. His mates exchanged confused looks as Josh sprinted out the door, leaving them behind. He knew what was running through the depressed boy's mind. But he couldn't let him do it.
He tied one end to the hook on the ceiling before tieing the rest into a loop.
He ran down the alley way, behind the shops of London.
He stepped up onto the wooden stool below him.
He jumped the gate of his neighbours house, speeding up the process.
He bowed his head into the noose.
He pounded on the house door before remembering the spare key.
A single tear dropped from his eye as he kicked the piece of wood away from beneath him.
He opened the door and yelled his friends name.
He closed his eyes after hearing his name being called, letting go.
"Vik!"
