"I'm Dallon, and you're cold."
"Actually, it's Ryan."
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Dallon Weekes, a 16 year old boy with severe depression, takes a walk and meets a very suicidal boy on his street named Ryan Ross. When they both open up and share their darkest thoughts, the two make a small pact to never give up on the other.
this story has mentions/events of: suicide, suicidal thoughts, self harm, anorexia, lots of self doubt, rape, abuse, blood, murder, and various other things around these categories. please be careful and don't get upset with me about it when I've put a warning.
The story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age you don't know who you are, who you'll be and with whom. You can achieve anything you can dream of, write your book to its last page. This boy could barely write chapter one. No one should be in his situation. An innocent child, who's body wasn't even found.
Murder?
Suicide?
An accident?
No one knows it, except me.
Because well, I'm the dead boy.