Prolog- Two years before
This is a story about a friend of mine. This short story is in his honor and I will miss him dearly. I just wanted to give a bit of a truthful back ground before I start the short story. You can skip this is you like but I would be honor if you read this. (If you skip I hope you read my story at least which will be up soon) About 5 years ago I had a friend named James. He was my best friend A brother to me even though we were not related at all. I was 10 and he was 13. When we meet He meet one day at a birthday party for a different friend of mine. Anyways. after the party we started to hang out a lot. He became the greatest person and one out a very very greatest friends. (I only have one other) After two years of hanging out (so i'm 12 and he's 15) I found out and saw hat he loved to help people with anything and everything. He was pretty good at it for his age. It made me happy. There was one downside though and this is what gets me every time and I hate the thought and I should have known. No one ever asked or offered to help him even when his parents started to split away and it seem that all the time they were yelling at him or something. One day he went for walk in a local forest tail. He told me where he was going and that he'll talk to me later. It was about 4pm when I looked at my phone. I missed three calls and a couple texts. All from James. They were long messages and I don't want to type them up. Anyways the last one was the one that made me run and I mean run to find him. He basically said that he couldn't stand his what was happing around him anymore. I knew it was mad but didn't know how bad. I sent him a text saying I was going to find him and I wanted to heard and help in way I could. After about 20 minutes I got another text from him saying. "Spencer. Don't worry about me anymore. You'll always be my greatest friend. I want you to remember the last two years. The fun and joy. I'll see you again one day. See you pal." I tried to text back but I couldn't finish the text. I heard a loud noise that scared me. I ran to the noise hoping James was ok. It took me a couple minutes and what I saw will never leave me. My best friend. guy I only knew for two years and yet he became my greatest friend shot himself with his father's hand gun. He was dead right then and right there. I short story I will post in a couple days will be about the two years James and I were friends. I'll do my best to get the story up as fast as I can. Thank you for reading this, if you have questions please pm me other than that Have good day or afternoon and ill do my best to get the story up soon.