This Is The End (PUBLISHING)

Chapter 01

Letter 1

Dear Hide,

How are you? You'll never be able to answer for me, because your no longer here..I remember a few years back..You and I talked about our deaths. Our deaths didn't even seem like they would ever come. But I remember what you told me.

"Don't waste your tears on me, East.."

I'm sorry, Hide. Please forgive me from heaven, I'm sure you can see me. I haven't stopped crying since that night. I heard about your death on the news, it was 3 in the morning, and the sirens woke me up.

You were gone...

No trace of anything signalling kidnapping. Your disappearance had stumped the police, so I guess you got away with it. You got away with your own murder.

Hide...I don't know how I'll ever get over this.. You're my best friend, the only one I had ever even considered to be apart of my future...I don't know if I'll be able to understand that your gone..

You know,

Forever..

Chapter 01- My homophobic whore

I never thought this day would come. It was Monday, the first day of school after Christmas Break. I expected to see Hide here today, walking into this school like he owned the place, just like he always did. He may have been shy, but he did know how to own the room..

Oh yeah, you don't know who I'm talking about..

His name is Hide, Hide Kanaji. A quiet, shy, person who I met in grade four. Meeting Hide was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. He became my best friend, and to this day, he still is.

But now he's gone.

Two days ago, at 3 am on a Saturday morning, I had heard sirens outside the house. Usually, I wouldn't have thought about where they were going, but that night, I didn't sleep. Something felt off to me, and when those sirens went by, I immediately turned on the news.

No more than five minutes went by before a news reporter was standing in front of his house with a thick fur coat, telling the whole city about Hide's disappearance. I remember standing in front of my TV, in a dirty tee shirt and plaid boxers..I was frozen.

The news reporter spoke calmly, as she told the whole city about all presented information so far about the incident. There was no sign of kidnapping, no broken windows or doors. All his things were there, and there was one other thing that broke my heart.

A suicide note..

It was in his handwriting, and I could have sworn he wrote it. Hide had said goodbye to everyone he loved, good riddance to his stuck up family, and see you on the other side to me, in that letter.

I remembered throwing on any pair of pants I could find, not even taking the time to put shoes, and running out into the snow. I ran to Hide's house, without even telling my family I had left. I ran to Hide's to see him, to see if it was true. See if the one person I had come to care about was truly gone..

There were police at his house, blocking my entrance. I almost fought one of the police officers, who happened to be a very nice man...He calmed me down and he brought me back home. It was too cold that night to be out without a jacket, to be running, and to be sobbing uncontrollably.

But looking back, I wish I didn't leave the scene. I wish I fought more. I wish I pushed to see his room, the suicide note, and to search his house.

I remember telling the officer that there no way he gone. There was no way that he killed himself. There was no way in hell that Hide did that. If anything, he was kidnapped. Hide would never inflict pain on himself or anyone else.