Dancing On The Edge

"I wasn't all too surprised when I got the news about Jack's death, devistated yes, but not surprised. I am, was, his best friend for years dammit! I knew he is, was, dancing on the edge. I know all about how he cuts, use to cut. I didn't stop him, and it killed him. Not that I could , could have, stop Jack because when Jack Barakat sticks, stuck, his mind to something it's, was, nearly impossible to get him to stop. He is, was, hard headed like that. Now there is one thing I need to say. Jack didn't kill himself. He just didn't. I don't give a shit what the doctors say. He just cut too deep that's all. He wouldn't have killed himself you see me and we finally admitted our feelings toward each other. We were going on a date, today in fact. Instead I'm at his funeral looking at my best friend, my love's, dead body, and its fucked up. Teenagers aren't suppose to die. I mean he is going to miss out on so much. Hell, he didn't even get the chance to graduate! All because he likes, liked, to dance on the edge. Jack, if you're listening, I have something to tell you. I love you. I love you so much. Just you wait. I'll be with you my love." And with that I kissed Jack's cold check and walked out of the funeral home crying. I walk home in a daze. It takes no time at all for me to get there. I walk up to my room and write a simple line on a piece of paper,"I'm coming for you, my Jack" before I grappled the gun from where I hid it in my dresser, put it in my mouth, and pulled the trigger so I could be with Jack, my best friend, forever.

Notes

Title credit goes to Pierce The Veil-The Balconey Scene. That song kinda inspired this fic. Well anyways comment and vote. I'd love to know what you think of this.