Colby POV
After Sam's death, I've just realised that I'm actually really lonely. Everybody hangs around with their friends. Then there's me third wheeling everybody. I made my way upstairs to Sam's bedroom. "Get the fuck out Colby. You have your own room" Sam echoed. "But I miss you" I responded slightly annoyed. This is too much. I don't care if an angel tries to stop me from killing myself. I'm just having a lot of suicidal thoughts recently. I entered my room with a knife I grabbed from downstairs. 1...2...3...I stabbed myself hoping to die. The last thing I saw before I fainted was an angelic figure of Sam.
Shitty day so far.
