Author's Note: I had to write this in English class for my new English teacher, it had to be on the topic of unpleasantly unexpected. I wrote the note first and the had the idea for the story, basing it around the note.

It happened on a quiet day, a too quiet day. Now that I think about it, it was probably quiet because I was trying to hear the voice that wasn't there. To everyone else it must have seemed like a perfectly normal day. On this day, I woke up an hour late, got ready in twenty minutes and got to school on time. Beatrix wasn't there school. I assumed she was late, she was often enough. Form finished and I walked to math class. She still hadn't arrived.

Halfway through class when the seat next to me was still empty the speaker made it's iconic four note sound, "Sorry to disturb you but we have received some unfortunate news. Beatrix Johnson took a saddening approach. She committed suicide late last night in the privacy of her bedroom."

Before I knew it I was at the door, four straining arms holding me back, "Let me go!" I screamed looking into their blurry faces, "Let me go!" The hands released me and I flew through the school and to the front office collapsing onto the desk, "I need to see her! Let me see her!" Tear's were streaming down my face as I was lead to sit in one of the cheap plastic chairs. An arm wrapped around my shoulders as I sobbed into my knees.

A hand was on my back leading me out to a bright yellow car. I don't know who drove me to the hospital, just that I got there and saw Beatrix's mom in the lobby. I remember running to her and crying into her already damp shirt. She hugged me and then said said six words, "Do you want to see her?"

I nodded, too choked up to speak. She lead me into a room. It was too plain, to plain for my friend, Beatrix. She laid on her back on a white hospital bed, she never laid on her back, she hated it. Her face was white and her long hair had been hacked unprofessionally by scissors to a pixie cut. I didn't think I had any tears left to cry. But cry I did. Not cry sob. I sobbed. I sat on the chair next to her bed, took her cold lifeless hand in mine and placed my head against it. Someone walked into the room and placed a slip of paper next to me. I didn't look up. I ignored them.

When the left the room I reached for the slip of paper and unfolded it with blurry eyes. A few tears dripped onto the paper as I blinked them away so I could read the note.

I get I'm the worst thing you've ever known.
To be honest I'll help you point out my flaws,
There's my quietness, my loudness but worst of all:
There's my horribly quick temper, it'll make you fall.

I understand you don't like me,
I feel the same way,
I think about dying, every single day.
The cuts on my arms, they show it all.
But they'll see the cut on my neck when they find me on the wall.

I get you're upset with me.
I really don't care
But if you Don't help me, you better fly in fear.
I'll find you, I'll cut you and last I'll slit your throat.
All because you told me, you would sink my boat.

I get everyone hates me.
I'm told that all the time.
I'm trying hard to fix myself.
But maybe that's a crime.
So I'll stand right here, with this rope around my neck.
And I'll wish you all a safe trip, back to your warm beds.

Through the tears I smiled. Leave it up to Beatrix to write a poem instead of the normal suicide note. I could tell it was written over a period of time because of the different hand writing and pen colours.

2 Weeks Later

I smooth out my black dress as I look into the sea of faces. These people we're not her friends. They knew her so they assumed they were, but they weren't. Did they shed a tear? No. Beatrix would have told them they weren't her friends. But seeing that she's not here any more I guess that's become my job instead. I look through my notes and once again at the faces, "My name's Mily, and I was Beatrix's best friend...."