I was one day sitting in my backyard when a little boy came to my house. He asked me if we wanted to become friends. I responded, "Sure why not". A couple of years later deeper into our friendship, I asked my friend what his name was. He said, "Oh sorry, i'm Braydon". Our friendship was so good that we became the best friends in the world. Then one day, Braydon came over and I told him that I was sick. He became super mad with me and said that he was going to kill himself.
I couldn't believe what he was saying. I became super sad. Than the next day, Braydon returned and asked me if I would forgive him and be friends again. I said, "Yes". Braydon became more happy than what he ever was. He was the most hyper kid in the world. He ran so fast he jumped in front of a moving car and started laughing, which was making him dance. I screamed on the top of my lungs, "NO BRAYDON NO". Later, he ran around with no clothes, and I screamed, "NO BRAYDON NO". After that he was biting other people, So, I screamed once again, "NO BRAYDON NO". I had to control him and stop his problem, but he kept saying, "I just want to do one more thing." The last thing he did was he poked himself with a pencil, and for the last time I had to scream, "NO BRAYDON NO".
To this day, the blood on Braydon has not stopped from Braydon's pencil to his shirt. After a week or so, the police looked through all of the security cameras and found a maniac (Braydon) doing stupid things throughout the entire town. Braydon ended up going to jail until I finally bailed him out. He realized his mistakes and never did anything that stupid ever again.