Suicide.
The words echo in my head as I read the note that was sent to my house. I stuffed it in my pocket and ran to his house.
I was to late.
Paramedics were there.
His mother was crying.
I'm sorry!
Baby, I'm so sorry!
Come back, baby come back!
Baby wake up!
Wake up!
Her screams echoed threw the night, as his father was emotionless.
He jumped.
It was a suicide.
I heard people say. I saw a the paramedics carrying a body on a stretcher.
His body I thought.
It was past midnight.
It was his birthday. He was turning seven. A big boy.
He was my friend.
My only friend.
The only thing good in this world.
But everything good thing must come to an end.
But why so soon?
I feel my fathers arms around me.
Oh god he said looking at the sight. He tried pulling me away.
Honey you can't stay here he said. But I couldn't leave him.
I couldn't leave you, Noah.
So I screamed. I kicked. I couldn't.
I can't leave him! I screamed, tears falling from my face. His parents looked at me. They knew me well as me and Noah played a lot.
Honey, please my mother said coming up to us.
No! I won't leave him! Not again! I screamed once more. Everyone was looking at me now. The paramedics had put him down now. I got out of my parents grasp and ran to Noah and hugged his limp body. It was cold.
Too cold.
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So guys... This was deep, to me anyways.
Anyways, have a lovely day.
