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i came to his house because he asked me to. he told me he wasn't feeling really well and told me he needed to talk. his name is James and i love him like a brother, we met.. it was kinda funny. i came running to his house because i knew when he said he needed to talk...he ment business. i ran up the stairs to his room, i slowly opened the door and saw him there sittin on his bed miserable. his head berried in his hands.... i could take it any more so i ran to him and knelt to my knees. i asked him what was wrong but he couldn't answer cuz he was sobbing so much. i said " what's wrong sweets? tell me whats wrong.... it's ok i'm here now" he still wouldn't answer so i hugged him and told him i would always be there for him. he looked up with his tearstained cheeks and he gave me one of those hopeless looks and i could tell he hadnt slept all night. "what's wrong boy? what happened?" he still didnt answer so i sighed and got up and draged him to the bathroom and cleaned his face with a wet towel. i think he was so exhausted he didnt even want to fight anymore. i draged him back to his bed.
" i thought i lost you..." thats what he said... "what you talking about? i'm right here now calm down and sleep"
i came down the stairs and saw his parents on the couch together looking into nothingness. i asked them whats wrong and they told me James tried to kill himself last night and he kept on going on about how somebody was going to get me. i thought this was weird of him to say so cuz he would have told me. i ran back upstairs and sat in his bed until he woke up. at first he was confused to see me then suprised. i asked him again why he got all crazy and he told me somebody was out there to get me. since then i felt closer to james than ever. he came up to me a week later and told me the real story. he said i was sleeping and he saw this guy get in my window he got scared and ran to him they fought for hours (he said) and he finally left. that was a week before he got depressed. i told him why he was depressed then? and he told me that the next day the same guy came and he decided to go back to his house and get a knife just incase. they fought and he "accidentally" killed him. i kind of freaked out because i was in shock but then i realized that he did this to protect me and now hes in prison for it. they told me he was comin out again next month so thats why its tough for me these few days....