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It didn't take long for Jake's car to pull up beside Fraser's house, a dreaded sense of fear overcoming the male as he quickly leaped out of his car to Fraser's front door. Banging the door a couple of times, he called out his friend's name: once, twice, three times, each being met only with the echoing of his knuckles constantly pounding on the oak door.

Retrieving his spare keys from his pocket, he fumbled around, trying to locate the correct key from his impressive collection on the chain. Finding the correct key, he slot it in the hole, hastily twisting the metal as he practically fell through Fraser's door.

Silence.

He called out Fraser's name, being met with the same reception of silence. He carefully ventured through Fraser's hallway, pocking his head into Fraser's kitchen, met once more with nothing and nobody. He called out Fraser's mother's name, in hopes that she would be home, but unsurprisngly she didn't respond to Jake either. Then again, her car hadn't been in the driveway, so it was likely that she was down the bar, getting drunk as per usual.

With no other choice, Jake sprinted up Fraser's stairs, taking two at a time with each step he took. He continued to shout Fraser's name until his voice went hoarse, and still he echoed it through the lonesome walls of the house.

He stopped outside Fraser's bedroom door, the room closed off from the rest of the house. Jake frowned at the sight, as Fraser wasn't one to close his door after his mother had left. As weird as they both might be, Jake knew that Fraser wasn't a fan of the isolation his closed door brought him, so he usually kept it open when his mother left the house.

Cautiously, Jake placed a delicate hand around the handle of the door and pushed it open, the mess of Fraser's room restricting the maximum distance Jake could actually open the door to.

Alarm bells rang in Jake's head.

Fraser would never allow his room to be a mess, as peculiar as he was yet again. Fraser was an immaculate kind of guy, almost to an obsessive compulsive disorder level, and even mess within his room could ruin his entire day.

"Fraser?" Jake called quietly, tip-toeing into his friend's room. "You in here?"

After slowly closing the door behind him, Jake glimpsed around the room, looking at Fraser's sweaters which carelessly littered the entire of Fraser's floor, alongside books Fraser hadn't touched in years.

Fraser's closed bathroom door caught his attention the most, however. He carefully made his way to the door, stepping over the various articles of clothing as he went.

"Fraser." He sternly said, knocking on the door. "Fraser, if you don't answer, I'll come in."

Silence.

"You asked for it..."

Heaving his entire weight against the door, Jake shouldered the barrier with a loud bang, knocking into it several times before it fell open. He managed to compose himself before he could fall through. Those few seconds distracted him for long enough to save his eyes of the sight that laid before him, even though it was for a short while.

His life long best friend, the person he loved, someone who he had cared for since the day he had met, hanging from a fan on the ceiling.

Jake gasped from shock, instantly reaching for Fraser's neck to check for a pulse. He muttered prayers under his breath, despite never being a religious man, hoping for some sort of miracle to save him.

Like always, Jake was met with silence; silence with his prayers, and silence with Fraser's pulse.

Jake could've screamed.

With his hands trembling, he quickly set himself to tear down the rope, clutching helplessly at Fraser's lifeless body as he rambled to himself for help. After untying the knot, Jake collapsed onto his knees, delicately placing his friend's corpse on his lap as a tear ran down his cheek. He stroked Fraser's brunette strands reassuringly.

"It's okay Fraser." He whispered, waterfalls of tears streaming down his face. "You're okay now, I promise. No one will hurt you."

Leaning over his friend's body, he allowed his sobs to break through his throat, screaming in anguish. He cradled Fraser's head close to his chest, rocking back and forth like a mother would with her child.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered as his rocking slowed to a stop. He rested Fraser's head back into his lap. "I'm so sorry sweetheart..."

He lent down gently, placing a soft kiss on Fraser's forehead before moving Fraser for him to be laid on the ground.

"You'll be okay now." He whispered brokenly, moving to stand as he searched for his phone in his pockets. He gripped his phone tightly. He dialed for the emergency services, holding his phone up to his ear as he whispered one last time to the boy he had loved. "I love you, my soft boy, and I hope that wherever you are now, and whoever you're with, treats you far better then we ever treated you."