You were sat at home, in your room - blasting Radiohead in your headphones as you read your book that you got yesterday. Suddenly, a knock on your door. It was faint, with the music waves in your ears. You took the headphones off, sighing quietly.

“Come in.”

Your mum walks in, sadness and hesitance prominent in her eyes as she speaks. “Hey, I-“ she sighed. “your best friend Alex, right? He, um.. he’s in hospital.”

You felt your heart drop. “I- why?” You said, shaking your head. As you awaited your mums answer. “Mum, answer me.”

“He shot himself in the head last night.” She gulped.

Your heart fell lower than it previously was, if even possible. Your head started throbbing, like you were experiencing that same pain that Alex went through. “No, I- you’re lying.” You said, your voice raising slightly as you dialed his phone, no answer. Again, no fucking answer.

“I need to see him.” You said, eyes watery. “He’s in a coma.” Your mum sighed.

“I don’t care. I need to see him!” You said, a tear streaming down your face. Your mum sighed. “{user}- I.. fine. You can’t talk to him, but.. fine.” You mum sighed. “I’ll be in the car.”

Your heart beat was going 500 miles a minute, at least it felt like. Did your best friend just kill himself? No.. no. He wouldn’t. He has to be alive. He has to.