Read All About It|| Muke

He sat, hair a mess from constantly running his hands through it. He sniffled and rubbed his red eyes. He hadn't stopped crying.

He slowly reached for the pen, and grabbed a piece I paper. He wrote across the top, in his neatest handwriting:

I'm Michael Clifford.
And this is my suicide note.

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Michael hadn't talked to anyone in 10 years. He had basically lost his ability to talk.

School was horrible. Everyone ignored him. He wouldn't have even minded being bullied. At least they would have notice him.

There was only one thing that an made him smile any more.

That one thing was a someone.
That someone was Luke Hemmings, who didn't even know he existed.

But even Luke wasn't making him happy enough to stay alive any more.

So he doesn't.