There was a huge lump in my throat. I got my jacket and out of my
house, ran two blocks. No cars were in the driveway, the front
door was wide open. I ran inside. I heard someone yelling and
crying. I ran into his room. I saw his best friend laying by his
side and trying to wake him up. I fell down to his side and tried
mouth to mouth. He wasn't waking up. My vision got blurry,
and his best friend finally said
'He's Gone.'
I didn't want to believe it. He was my first love, my first
everything. We waited for the ambulance to come, and his family.
I held his hand and kept praying to god that he wasn't gone.
They took him to the hostpital. I staying by his side the whole
entire time. His best friend was there too, sitting by his side,
and praying with me. The flat line went flat. I broke down and
cried. James ran out, yelling for a doctor. I cried into his
chest, hugging him and whispering 'Please don't be gone,
I love you.' The doctors pushed us out. That was the last
time I held him in my arms.
R.I.P Mason
I love you Mason, with all my heart. I don't think
I'll love anyone more than I'll love you. Me, your family
misses you, James misses you. We thought you were alright. But
no. You're in a better place now, no longer will you suffer
from people making fun you, no judgement. I guess that was the
reason why you did it. Bottom line, I love you.