James was 15. He lived in London, England. He worked at a bakery and was obsessed with donuts. He was a great person. When you were down, he picked you up. When you were hurt, he healed your wounds. When your fire went out, he was the spark that started it again. When your light went out, he was the light! He lived with his friend Eleanor because of his mom. She hated him. She treated like dirt, nothing. She was embaressed by his scars. He had to use his older sisters makeup to cover them up. His sister was no better than his mom. They both treated him like nothing. I didn't have the luck of meeting him. He saved several of the people that I care about today. If it wasn't for him they would die from blood loss. If it wasn't for him I would have lost a lot of people that I hold close today. He had so many scars. But scars make a person who they are. He had suicidal thoughts. But he pushed trough with everything he had. He was strong willed and pushed through every challenge. He was a peaceful person. He just wanted to fix everything. Stop wars. End political arguments. Make everyone happy and end all pain. He used music to keep calm and peaceful. He would say that music ran in his veins. When someone needed help he always had the perfect song. He was one of the most loving and caring people you could meet. Like almost every other teenager he was bullied. But as I already stated he pushed through it like nothing.
James made a pintrest one day. He found some random person and she helped him. James introduced this person to some of his friends. They all became close. They became rely good friends. James and the girl he met on pintrest fell in love. Neither of them knew though. They just wondered about it. One day James's mom came for a visit at his friends flat. She called him useless, a waste of space, a pointless human being. She just tore him apart. That night James committed suicide. Everyone was devistated everyone but his mom and sister. His friends and the girl were hurt. They all broke down for a while. Eventually they all somewhat moved on. The girl still hasn't moved on. She feels James in the music he gave her. To this day the still feel his presence. James knew that they were strong enough to move ok without him. They lost it for a little while. They broke down. They were hurt. Still today they miss him. Who wouldn't miss him. He was the greatest friend someone could have. Without him they had some trouble. They cut. They cried. But they punished through it. June 8th is when it happened. The day James left us. Its been a little over a month since he left. James was a great person. He didn't deserve any of the hatred and abuse that he received.
