Hey Mystic, I don't know when your going to read this, or if your even going to read it at all.. I really thought you were going to leave, to just give up and leave me at school. Everything is screwed up without you.. A few of the teachers still ask if your at school, and I about smack them when they do. I hate when people bring up what happened to you, I hate that people told everyone you were dead or that you weren't going to make it one day. I got a call from the suicide hotline place and they were asking my dad if the school was looking into what happened. We talked about it during writing skills, and I almost starting crying again.. I really want you to come back to school so that you can help me with my homework in the morning and walk with me and Aubrey to band when the high school bell rings. I could not possibly survive if you had actually gone through with what almost happened. I look at the seat next to me in most of my classes thinking, why did you have to do this? Why did you have to cause everyone at school so much pain, I know something must have made it so hard for you or just completely unbearable, but thats why you talk to your friends. Like me! You could and still can tell me anything! You have no idea how much you scared me when I heard what happened.. This will make me seem really strange, but I love you Mystic! I love our parties in the last stall, I love our random conversations, I love the little things we say, like peanut butter jelly guys or anything! YOU CAN TELL ME ANYTHING!