A/N 03-nov-16: please read #5 again, I realised that the ending was incomplete. It will be relevant later on. Also please read the foreword again, because again I realised that it was incomplete, sorry for that. Thank you for reading this far, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
"How was the first day of senior year?"
"The guy I met during summer is in my class."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Did you tell my parents that I was suicidal?"
"Why would you think that?"
"All the knives, pills, and anything remotely life threatening is out of my reach, hidden or guarded."
"As I said before, what is spoken here, never leaves this room. But it is my lawful duty to inform your guardians that you have had thoughts of suicide."
"He listens to me. A little like you actually."
"Does he know you're sad?"
"Yes."
"Are you so comfortable with him, that you were able to tell him that?"
"I didn't tell him. He figured it out."
"How?"
"He's sad too."
"How would you know?"
"It takes one to know one, does it not?"
"I guess it does."
"It's the way he speaks. He tries to make everyone happy, so that he can feel happy himself."
"Just like how you try to please everyone? So that you can feel a sense of true accomplishment?"
Silence.
