What's Real

Eliminate the Problem

Derrick's POV

Nadia and her mom were arguing again. I don't really like seeing Nadia mad so I stayed in my room.

I didn't want to get in the middle of anything.

"Like I said I we don't have the fucking room so I don't know why I let you fucking trick me into letting him stay!" Nadia's mom screamed.

"We have the fucking room, you just won't give up the past!"

They're arguing about me?

I jumped when I heard a door slam and I got up to see if Nadia was back in her room.

"Can I come in?" I asked her on the other side of the door.

"Yeah" she said.

I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"Was it about me?" I asked.

"Was what about you?"

"What you guys were arguing about?"

"Oh... yeah. But it's okay, it's not your fault." She said.

I walked out of the room with my head down.

Nadia's POV

Great. Now Derrick has another reason to be upset with himself.

I didn't even bother to chase him, I'm just gonna let him cool down and process everything before I talk to him.

Hours passed before I started getting hungry and I decided to go get something.

"Derrick, I'm going to go get food. You want something?" I asked knocking on the door.

No answer.

"Derrick?" I called. I opened the door and walked into an empty room.

He wasn't in his room or in the bathroom.

I saw this piece of paper on his bed

And it read:

I'm sorry for making your mom mad at you. I know I shouldn't have stayed here. I'm sorry. I just figured I could get rid of the problem and stay out of everyone's life. Now I don't have to hold you back from doing whatever it is that you want to do. I hope you can forgive me for getting you into so much trouble, but since I got you into trouble I guess it's best if no one ever sees or hears from me ever again whether it be because I'm dead or just not here.

Just know I love you, and thanks for being my best friend.

- Derrick

I quickly got up and ran to try and look for my keys but I couldn't find them anywhere. I was frantically trying to find them and go find Derrick, but they weren't in my room and it's the last place I had them.

"Fuck! Where are my keys!" I said out of frustration.

I tore my room apart trying to find them, but they were nowhere to be found.

Then I remembered I always kept a spare key in the kitchen. I sprinted down the stairs and checked every drawer looking for it until I found it in the second to last drawer I check.

I changed into some ripped pants and put some Jordans on before I left because it was kind of cold outside.

In my car, backed out of the driveway and went on the search for Derrick.

I didn't want him hurting himself and I didn't want him to not be in my life because he's what keeps me sane.

I couldn't find him anywhere, I was looking all night. I didn't want to believe he committed suicide. I'm not going to let myself start believing that.

I just want to find my boyfriend...

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