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"what made him do it?" my friend asked me, holding me tightly. i hadn't thought this might've happened. if only i didnt yell at him like that......if only i tried to stop him, he may still be alive. it cant be happening........... my dead friend is dead, because of what that girl told him....................

"No! i won't go out with you!!!" she screamed at him. i was there, listening to it all. i just stood there, with my hands in my warm pockets. i pulled my hood over my ears, because they were like ice. I didn't want to hear any more of her screaming, so i pulled him away from her. he was frozen there, and so i dragged him. i never saw him this upset. i said "you ok? so what? ok, maybe she doesnt like you, but still....." my voice trailed off, and i thought i saw him crying. God, please don't let him be so damn upset about this....... please. he's a really good kid, and ok, maybe she didnt have to be THAT harsh, but still.

i called him after school, and he just kept saying "i cant believe it. she doesn't like me...." he said that over and over, an i exploded on him "so what?! get over it!!!!!!!!" and i hung up the phone. ok, maybe i didnt have to go that hard on him. but i didnt call him back.

a few days passed, and he never came to school. i called his mom, and said "is he ok? i havent heard from him since monday." his mom replied "no, i dont think he is. he wont come out of his room." oh god, please dont think about........
i hung up as fast as i could, and i called two of my friends "oh my god, i think he might've killed himself!!!!" they told me to calm down, and one said "let's go to his house to make sure."


the three of us met up at his house, thanks to my mom driving. we knocked on the door, and his little sister came to the door crying. "oh please, tell my brother to come out." i stared at the wall, horrified. i ran to his room, and i broke the knob. i rushed into his room, and i saw i was too late. his lifeless body swung gently with the breeze from the open window. "oh god......please..... dont be dead. this is all a dream, i know it." one of my friends came in, and so did his family. my friend hugged me(more like trying to hold me up while i was bawling), and his dad took his body off the rope. i was still crying, thniking it was all my fault. it was me yelling at him that tipped him off the edge. my friend, who was holding me, was scared, asking me "oh god, are you alright?! guys, lets get her out of here......" and then i blacked out.

i came to school the next day, and i said nothing to anyone. no one in our grade even said a word. we all blamed ourselves. except that girl.......she was the real reason he was being laid in that grave. she was te only reason we all placed a flower on his grave; why we were all crying at his grave. the only person not sad was the one who made him die..................................................