Gone.

He had Black hair, The brightest blue eyes that could be seen even in the dark, pale skin, always wore a jacket for he had lived in the north. His name was, Blake. Blake had always been a cool, calm, and collected young man. He had average grades, one best friend, wasn't known really well around his place, people always thought he was just rude for being so quiet so nobody talked to him. This is the story of Blake and the events that had pushed him over the edge.