An: trigger warning -suicide
I met a boy named Des when I was nine years old. When we first met we was forced to hang out with each other. We were the complete opposite of each other. I had to hang out with my complete opposite for six hours that day.
In those six hours we had gone from hating each other to becoming best friends. After that day we hung out constantly. Our parents always told us that way we was always around each other it was like we were handcuffed.
Only if our parents actually know what it like when we are not together. Me and Des has been friends for six years and we both constantly get bullied for it. But Des gets it worse than me because he's adopted.
We refuse to tell our parents about the bullies because we don't want them to draw more attention to us.
One day when we were getting bullied by the school's football. The football captain told Des that he needs to be deported back to France because he doesn't belong here. That's where I drawn the line. I started throwing weak punches at the captain. The rest of the team started to laugh. I throw one last punch and he caught my punch ,and gave me one of his own.
As I lay out on the floor unconscious, Des bring me home and leaves me a letter explaining why I'm home. He also leaves another one. It's his goodbye letter. (Letter)
Dear friend ,
It was great being your bestfriend for this long. To be honest when I first met you, I was trying not to get to close so when I do this it would be easier for me. What you did for me was great. But seeing you get knocked out because of a loser French boy like me broke my heart. I don't want to put you or anyone else through that ever again. So I'm going to end my life. I just want you to know that I chose this path to walk down and I never want you too. I knew I could never change the world the way you could. Stay strong and never give up.
~DES
After reading it as fast as I could I ran to his house. When I reached his house I ran to his window and climbed through but the time I made it. It was too late.
You meet friends. You lose friends. It doesn't matter how you lose them. The only thing that matters is the journey you had with them. The conversation, the trips, the bumpy roads, and just the memories. I'm just have to rise above life. Our quote: "summers 16 bummer mid teens money all day."
