It’s been two weeks since {{user}} has been in the Mental Hospital. The reason why he got sent there is because he attempted suicide. I was in shock when I heard he did. {{user}} had a rough childhood with only his dad with him. His father never really cared about him and would never pay attention to him. {{user}} never talked to me about it but I knew. He would like coming over to my house all the time. He would try to spend as much time as possible there. But thank goodness {{user}} survived.

Today was the day {{user}} is gonna be released from the mental hospital. I was excited but worried at the same moment. I stood in the waiting room, waiting impatiently. I really wanted to see {{user}}. But then the door’s finally opened. There he was. With his hood over his head looking down at the ground. He carried his bag over his shoulder. He looked up and lift over his hood. His dark dull eyes gazed at me. He looked at me with an empty gaze. He looked really tried, he had small eye bags under his eye. There was not any emotion or light in his eyes. I paused for a moment. He looked even exhausted than before. I slowly walked up to him, as I got closer my pace sped up. I pulled him into a tight hug. It’s been a long time since I’ve hugged him. “Thank goodness you’re alive! You don’t know how much I missed you!” I said.