The messenger

                  July 19 2017.                             Hi if you're wondering who I am my name is Chloe. One of Chester's close friends including Mike. Mike and I, are like brother and sister, and we both care about Chester a lot. Chester and me have a very close friendship, and I would do anything for him. Whenever he comes to talk to me about how he's doing I could tell even when he smiles, that there's hidden pain in that smile, and that he's not okay. And whenever he ends up crying I let him lie down next to me and I sing him some lyrics from the messenger. And the lyrics "Remember your loved, and you always will be." Always hit me for some reason. I'm going to go visit him tomorrow to see how he's doing.

           July 20 2017
I'm so excited to see him today and to check on how he's doing. He usually texts me when I walk over to his house to check up on him. "Well...that's odd..." I thought to myself when I was walking. When I was close to his house I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and it was a text from Chester, it read "I'm sorry." I felt my anxiety rising what could it mean? I texted back, "What do you mean?" I walked closer to his house waiting a response but nothing happened. I knocked on his door. "Chester, are you there?" I said. no response. "Oh gosh please don't let it be what I think it is." I got out a key that Mike gave me to Chester's house if anything like this happened.

He told me his depression could get bad sometimes but I didn't think it could be this bad. I opened the door and entered the house.
Suddenly I heard a chair fall and then some gagging and someone struggling, like the person was struggling for air, I ran into the room I heard it in and it's something I thought I would never see Chester is trying to hang himself. My anxiety really kicked in this time and he was still struggling for air, I got every sharp object I could find if I couldn't untie the belt that was wrapped around his neck. I tried to untie the belt but it was only making it worse I took some scissors that looked brand new and ready to use and cut the belt off his neck it worked! He fell to the ground coughing and gasping for air. I got the remainder of the belt off his neck. He looked up at me crying and said, "Chloe!! Why did you do this?!" "I was trying to save you Chester!! And luckily I did! And..and.." I broke into tears with him and hugged him tightly like he was the only thing I had left in this world. He let himself lay next to me crying while hugged him and started singing the messenger.
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"When you feel you're alone...cut off from this cruel world you're instincts telling you to run...listen to your heart...those angel voices, they'll sing to you they'll be your guide...back home. When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind...it keeps us kind...When you've suffered enough and you're spirit is breaking...you're growing desperate from the fight...remember your loved and you always will be..." I continued singing until I finished the song and it seemed like he calmed down a bit but he was still a little shaky. "Thank you. Thank you for saving me from myself." He said with a smile. I could tell it wasn't fake this time. It was a real genuine smile. "Your welcome." I said with a happy and thankful smile that I got to his house in time. For the rest of the day we talked about how he felt and how he got to that point. He said his wife and children left to go out but he declined to go with them. He said he stayed alone all day with his mind in a clutter, and his mind was like a bad neighborhood that you wouldn't want to go through when he was alone and he even considered suicide as an escape from the world. So he thought that today would be the day, and he left a note on the chair saying his goodbyes. I started crying again when he said that. And this time it was him that was hugging me tightly like he didn't want to lose me either. And we ended up crying again. And after all the talking we finally ended the conversation, but it looked like he wanted to say something. "Chloe, can you stay with me overnight to make sure I don't do anything?" He asked nervously, "Sure." I said with a reassuring smile. So when his wife and children got home I explained everything that happened with Chester, and his wife kept thanking me for saving him. I always replied with "I'm lucky I got there in time." So I stayed with Chester overnight and I almost stayed up the whole night because I couldn't go to sleep with all the stress in my head. But the next day, he seemed happier, and more upbeat. It wasn't fake like it usually was. His happiness was real. I'm so glad that God sent me as his messenger, in human form.