I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and I ended up flipping them over the bridge. I heard someone yelling. I turned and looked and saw Flake. He was crying.
"Flake, what is wrong?
"P-P-P-Paul."
He pointed down over the bridge. I was hoping he didn't mean what I thought he was. "Please, tell me that wasn't Paul I threw."
He nodded and I ran to go find my self on a path of self destruction. I didn't care anymore. Paul was gone. So, I went to using drugs. I didn't care. I lost the one I cared about because I wasn't paying attention.
Now he is gone. I hated myself. He suffered and then lost his life do to trying to find me. I deserved everything that happened to me. I am a failure. I could not protect him.
