§Travis's POV§

I walked, my head down. I couldn't bare to look at Zane's house as I walked to school. I was going over some math in my head, in an effort to distract myself from looking up as I walked around the corner. But of course something caught my attention.

Sirens.

Red and blue light flickered and a blaring sound made my head snapped up. A rectangular white vehicle was parked outside the Ro'Meave's house. There was a strip of red on the sides of the car, in bold letters "AMBULANCE" stood out with a small blue plus sign below it.

I stopped in my tracks.

Besides it stood Garroth, fanning his eyes, as he tried speaking to what looked like a doctor. Vylad held the elder's side, sobbing so loud I could hear from across the street.

I ran over, my strides so long I swear my skin was about to snap. I got there, and the woman in the white robe shuffled away with her clipboard clinging to her side. "What's wrong?! Wheres-"

Before my sentence was even finished, a hospital bed was rolled out from their house, rushing into the open doors of the ambulance. I saw a glimpse of Zane lying there, his face was pale, and his eyes were creaked open.

I stood in silence, as they did something to him in the vehicle. The two and I waited, hearts pounding. A doctor with black hair and yellow eyes stepped out, shaking his head. "We lost him."

Vylad whimpered, shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no," while Garroth fell to the ground, clutching his head while covering his mouth.

The doctor walked up to us, his face not even sympathetic. I was in shock, my eyes were burning and I could feel my face flushing up. This can't be happening.

He handed me a folded up paper, shaking his head. "He died holding this."

I chocked. Died, died, died, died, died, died.

The roses have wilted.

I unfolded the paper.

Dear, well whoever is reading this.

I'm so sorry. I know I should of tried living, being adult, being with Travis, being happy.

But it's too much, with mom gone and dad, well gone too. I couldn't make it anymore. Vylad, Garroth, and Travis, I love you three more anything you could imagine. You three made me smile, laugh, and actually enjoy everything. But, I knew I was weighing you all down. I couldn't bare it anymore. I was so tried of using my headphones to block out my mind,tearing my skin open with my nails and feeling content with stinging feeling for the rest of the day, staying up late reading as I listened to Garroth and Vylad soundly snoring from they room over.

I was tired.

So here I am, writing this as I can feel my energy drain. I'm dying, and it feels so off. Just the thought of not making it till tomorrow makes me shiver.

I was born in the wrong time and place, with the cruel world and my own feelings eating me up, I couldn't take it anymore.

I honestly want to go on, but I'm running out of room to write. Well, I guess this is goodbye.

-Zane Ro'Meave

My hand shook, I dropped the letter. My lungs ached. Tears, tears drooled down my face, clinging onto my chin. Vylad manged to stutter the question on how he had died.

He doctors gave us a brief summary of how the human body works, since the didn't find any self wounds on Zane. It all seemed like a blur, the only thing I really understood was that Zane had starved himself to death.

And he knew it.

I wiped my eyes, again and again but it wouldn't go away. Mom, Zane, who else is going die? I finally fell to my knees, crying into my hand.

He's gone.  Forever.

And the violets are dead.

Fin.