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Warning: This is a really triggering chapter.....You have been warned...

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Mitch's P.O.V.

My whole body shaking I looked downwards staring at the bottle of pills in my hand. Blood trickling down my arm slowly making it's way to the bottle I got lost in thought.

Am I really this heartless to end it all now?.....In a time of crisis like this.....Wouldn't really matter anyways...So many ways to end this fragile hell.....

A single tear rolling down my cheek it splashed onto the description of the bottle smearing the ink words on the paper.

Eyeing the secret drawer in my bathroom I turned my full attention to the drawer.....A drawn feeling to the drawer washed over me.

Kneeling down I grasped my hand around the handle. Pulling it open I stared at the scattered papers in the drawer. All of them failed attempts or ripped out journal papers.

One catching my eyes I snatched it bringing it to my face as I started to read the paper. Tears already trickling down my face remembering when I wrote this.

My Goodbye Note.....

~Note~

You guys said you would be there for me. But I guess you lied. Like everybody does. I don't even recognize myself when I look in the mirror.

The old, happy Mitch that used to be is dead....Gone....It's not your faults...I just can't handle the stress. I'm sorry....By the time you're reading this it's already too late.

I try being happy but the empty, numbing feeling keeps coming back. I was happy once in a while. But as soon as it came it was over.

I want to tell each and everyone of you guys I'm sorry. I'll start off with Rob. My fellow Canadian. I know you're trying to act strong.

Stop. Let yourself cry, it's not ok to bottle your emotions. Look where it got me, look where it got so many other people in the world who did the same thing.

If you're going to accuse everyone for knowing. Nobody knew. Not a single soul knew how I was feeling. Except one. You know him, we all do Rob.

Try seeing more than just the smile on a person's face. Try looking deeper. There's more than meets the eye Rob, I guess I just didn't have time to learn that until it was too late.

We'll all fall eventually. Some quicker than others. A few on purpose. So what I'm trying to say is. Rob, enjoy life while you can.

A lot of the time you push it away and take it for granted. Don't. That's all I have to say, Goodbye Rob. For a while anyways.

My Vikky Sticky. I know you're the quiet one. I've seen you loud before. Don't shy away anymore. I see the fake smile on your lips and the way you blush when you're around Lachlan.

He has a secret of his own you know. Don't be afraid to ask him. Don't run away from your choices. Embrace them.

See you soon Vikk.

Lachlan, my little Australian Fan Boy. I'll miss you. My only advice is, don't be rude. No matter how tempting it is.

The one person you usually pick on when he makes a joke? He's alot more sensitive than you think. You know him, we all know him.

You just have to find out who he is, keep on smiling and laughing Lachlan. That's all I ask, goodbye Lachlan.

Preston, I'm so sorry for leaving you in a time like this. But you were the only one who knew how much I was suffering.

I just can't handle it anymore. You need to tell somebody. Stop hiding. Stop acting like everything is ok. You can't bottle yourself up anymore.

You suffered more than any of us. And I know this is just adding to the load. But I just want to say, how can you feel so numb and empty for so long?

Must be heartless or painful on the inside. Cry Preston, go ahead. Scream at the top of your lungs. Let it all out.

You told me. You can tell somebody else. They'll understand. Just be careful who you tell. Bye Lava P, for a while anyways.

Last but not Least whatsoever. Jerome, I'm sorry. You were the one who looked out for me, saw me suffer the most.

But now it's time for me to leave. I know it's not fair. We were friends for a while. Don't be like Rob. Stop pretending you're heartless.

Cry, cry like I told everybody else to. Remember me, don't forget me the very next day. I'm eyeing the tools I might use to end it all.

But I'm trying to choose the least painful, for my Biggums sake. I loved you since Grade Four Jerome, and I'll love you till the end.

Goodbye my Biggums...Goodbye everyone

~End of Note~

...........I need to try.....Tears now flooding down my face I let it drip onto the bottle as I unscrewed the lid....No regret or fear washing over me what so ever.

Maybe I'll wake up later....Hopefully not.....Chugging down the pills I felt my stomach stir as I shoved them all. The bottle empty I smashed it onto the mirror.

My vision swaying in front of me I let out a scream. Jerome's voice faint as it panicked. My feet pounding against the floor as I stumbled to the toilet. The note scrunched in my hand, red stained on the paper.

Blood splashing onto the floor I let out a whimper as my knees crumpled underneath me...Tears mizing with the blood that started to form around me.

Furious knocks smashed onto the door as everything started to dim. The world fading away I let out one last breath before closing my eyes.

Goodbye Biggums....I'm so sorry Jerome......