Marks POV
I went to go check on Ethan because he was very quite on the journey home. I opened the door to his room and saw a lot of paper on his bed. I looked through them and there was one for all of our friends. I saw mine and read it quickly. Oh no. It was a suicide letter. I ran downstairs quicker than I have ever done before, jumping he last 5. I ran to the sitting room. No one. I ran to the toilet. No one. I then ran to the kitchen and saw him on the floor with a knife to his stomach. I called an ambulance as fast as possible. Then called my friends. Tyler was in the house so I got him and he burst into tears as he looked at Ethan. I couldn't believe things would get this far. Ethan was a skinny fragile little guy who we all loved. I don't know if he'll survive. But if he does, I will protect him forever.
YOU ARE READING
I need you! ~tythan
FanfictionCOMPLETED. This is a half texting have real life story. None of it is real it's just fanfiction by me! Thank you for reading if you do!
