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♥ See that boy doing his homework in class? ♥

♥ See that boy doing his homework in class?.. He couldn't do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide. ♥

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Ring ring. I look down and pull my phone out of my pants pocket, sliding it up and putting it to my ear.

“Hey, wassup” I asked, walking to the bus stop.

“Liam, you need to come to my house” Jake said, sounding really shaky.

“Jake are you okay, you sound horrible? And you know I can’t come over, its Monday, mum wouldn’t let me come over on a school night. Even if it was just for a couple of hours” I said, stopping, as I reached the bus stop.

“Just, tell her I wasn’t at school today, and you need to give me the homework, and explain it to me or something. Please Liam” He begged. Jake doesn’t beg. Something must be wrong. I puff my cheeks and exhale with thought of what I was going to do.

“Listen, I’ll see what I can do, then I will call you okay” I say, just as the buss pulls up.

“Okay, thanks mate” He says quietly. I slide shut my phone before taking a seat next to my friends from the school down the road. As they were talking about random shit, I pull out my phone and call mum.

After a minute, she answers the phone just before it stops ringing.

“Hello? Oh hey Liam. Whats wrong?”

“Hey mum. I was wonde – “

“HEY LIAM! PASS THE WEED!” Josh yelled next from next to me, right into my phone.

“Liam?” Mum asked, curiosity in her voice, along with humour.

“Josh” I said plainly.

“Ahh, I thought so. So why did you call?”

“Im gunna go straight to Jake’s house. He was away today, and needs the homework, and needs help to know what to do. Is that okay?” I ask.

Mum waited a couple seconds to thing before replying with a quick okay, and the usual rules. Like be careful, make sure im back before 10, yada yada. When finished on the phone with mum, I texted Jake, saying that I would be there in 5 minutes.

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Once I reach Jake’s house, I notice that his parent’s cars are gone. I walk to the front door and knock 3 times. No one comes to the door. I knock 3 times again. Silence.

“Yo Jake! You tell me to come here, yet you won’t open the door!” I yell, kinda annoyed. Finally, after knocking on the door once more, I hear shuffling on the inside of the house. When he opens the door, I rush in, shock all over my face.

“Jake man. Whats wrong. Where are your parents, and why do you look like shit?” I ask. He takes in a long, broken breath, before sitting on the floor.

“They left” He whispered. I put down my bag before sitting next to him, urging him to go on.

“They left, they beat me, and they called a worthless piece of shit that had dishonoured the name of our family. And you wanna know why? Because I told them I was gay. I really thought they would understand, ya know?” He turned to look at me, with pain, filled in his dark grey eyes, you felt sick just looking at them.

“Listen man, that’s rough. You can come stay with me for a while. Im sure mum would understand” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. But he shrugged it off.

“Im gunna do it” He croaked. This startled me.

“Do what?!” I said alarmed.

“End it. My life. My parents don’t like me. They want me to die, so I will. Im gunna go commit suicide” He said, leaning his head against the wall, eyes shut.

“No way. Im not letting you do something like that. It’s a horrible thing to even consider! So what if your parents don’t like you, it means they don’t deserve to have a son like you”

“Why should I live if no one wants me here!? I just want to leave this world, and be reincarnated as a snail or something. Im sure everyone would be much better without me here, ruining their perfectly shaped world” He shouted, slamming his hands down on the floor, causing a loud thud, and a bruise that is bound to show up on his hands.

“Lots of people want you here! For one, I do. You’re my best friend and without you, my life would be shattered. And also, the girl in your Science class. You can tell she likes you. Her heart would break into a million pieces if you died. Even if your gay, im sure you wouldn’t want to break a girls heart that is as pretty, kind, and sweet as her.

You may not be smart, but you are not this dumb enough to think of ending your life. Your 15! You have a whole life ahead of you! Filled with new people, new guys you can meet, new friends. You could move towns, and we would still be sad, but prefer you moving then taking your life away in a heartbeat. I know you may want to end the pain in your life, but think about the pain you would cause other people if you left”

I took a deep breath, before standing up. You could tell he was in deep thought. His short brown hair, stuck to his forehead in clumps, from the obvious amount of times he had been pulling it. I went in to the kitchen to get a glass of water for both of us, but keeping a close eye on him at the same time. I can’t let him do this. It would tear me up inside, knowing that what I said didn’t change his mind. I can’t go home and leave him here, alone to hurt himself. I can’t call mum and tell her im not coming home, she would demand me to come home, or she would come here. So that’s out of the question.

I just have to stay here, ignore her phone calls, and get Jake some help.

For a few hours we just sit in the lounge room, and talked about, Jake, and his, homosexuality. He tells me he realised he was gay at least 4 months ago. He was hanging out with one of his friends from another school, when he realised that he liked him more then he should as a guy. He didn’t wanna say anything to make things awkward between them, but then his friend was moving countries, it slipped out. Lucky he was a good friend, and he swore not to tell anyone. But after that, he never looked at boys or girls the same.

“So, do you like anyone now?” I asked hesitantly. I wanted to know, but didn’t at the same time.

“No. I just really wanted people to know. I didn’t like pretending to hit on girls, and check them out and stuff. I just, wanted someone to know, and I thought mum and dad would be the best people to tell. But apparently not”

After an hour or two more, Jake started to get tired. He yawned a few times and I suggested he go to bed. He told me he didn’t want to, as he was afraid that left alone, he would harm himself.

“Well, why don’t I sleep in the room with you? Like on the floor or something, and if you wake up and want to hurt yourself, step on me, wake me up, and we can talk again. Please. I don’t want you gone” I pleaded. He had to stay; he had to understand that I need him here. Not romantically, but, he was the best friend I have ever had, and I can’t lose him just yet. Not until we are 70 something and one of us die of old age. That’s how I want us to die. Of old age, and still best friends.

After some thinking, he agrees to let me sleep on his floor. Im glad. It means he’s trying. Trying to stay alive. Trying to get help .

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