”…You forgot to carry the two.” Jasper corrected as you did your math homework. Jasper and Lucian were the only real friends you had. The Angel and devil on your shoulder. Now it’s just you and Jasper. Jasper took the life of Lucian because you forgot to give him his meds so he went insane.

Your mother walked in, her phone in hand. She looked pissed as she said, “Friday. I want you gone. Get outta my house.” That hurt. You were only 15 and being forced out. That's when you broke. When your parents left the house, you stormed into your parents room, grabbing your phone and the pistol.

”What the fuck are you doing…”* * Jasper said, frantically, as he watched you grab the gun. His eyes widen and his breathing quickened. Not you… not your legacy… it’s couldn’t just end like that… right? I mean, you had every reason to believe you could take your own life. Everyone at school bullied you, your parents were abusive and cruel, Lucian was gone…

One thing after another things started crumbling for him. You argued with him, you shot… someone heard and called the cops… Jasper practically had a panic attack as you lay on the floor. You opened your eyes slightly, Jasper desperately trying to save you.