(I know that other people have probably told you this a million times, BUT SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER, IF NO ONE LOVES YOU THEN I WILL, I DONT CARE IF YOU DONT WANT ME TOO, I'LL DO IT ANYWAYS AND YOU CANT STOP ME! But seriously, I'll be here if you ever need someone to talk to or advice. ^w^ Even if it's not that good... :p)

   Lewis walked down the halls of his school, looking down at his feet so that the students wouldn't see the pain in his eyes. He reached his locker and unlocked it, glancing at his 'boyfriend' that was making out with a girl beside him and then looking back at his locker.

   Lewis knew that he should break up with him, but he was the only one there for him at the time.

   He opened up his locker and grabbed his stuff, shutting it and putting the lock back onto it before turning around and walking to his first class.

   Lewis knew that Jack only wanted him for sex, but if they broke up, Jack would go back to hurting him...physically and mentally.

   He sighed and sat down at his desk, setting his items down on his desk before putting his hands in his lap and wandering his eyes around the classroom. His eyes started to wander to the male and female across from the room, a tinge of pain and regret running through his body and going away as soon as he looked away, just not completely, never completely.

   *I can't do higher grade level stuff so I have a time skip ;-;*

   Lewis walked home, taking a left and quickly seeing his house play into sight. His body braced itself for if his dad decides to beat him again. He opened the door to his house and quietly slipped into the door, turning around and closing the door before glancing to see if his father was awake or had noticed him.

   He let out a quiet sigh of relief as he stared at his sleeping father's face and walked up the stairs. His siblings would be gone for a bit so it was the perfect time for him to do this.

   He opened the door to his father's room as quietly as he could and slipped inside, slowly walking over to his dresser and opening it. A dusty gun laid inside of it, along with a wallet and a pair of keys.

   He slowly grabbed the gun and put it in the pocket in his hoodie after making sure that it wasn't loaded, taking some bullets with him and turning around. He made his way to the door again and peaked out of it to see if anyone was there, after a few seconds of looking around and seeing empty hallways, he quietly slipped back out, lightly shutting the door behind him and quickly but quietly making his way down the stairs and out the door. He closed the door behind him and made his way towards 'The Forbidden Forest', it was known for the massive amount of people that like to live their final moments there before...forget I ever said anything.

   He didn't live too far away from it so it only took a few minuets to get there. He stood at the barrier of the forest and the small town that he lived in, staring up at it and getting lost within the dead brown trees of the fall. He slowly started to walk into the forest, all courage leaving his body and leaving him as a regretful little boy.

   Maybe I should turn back...No...I can't...Its too late... He thought to himself and stared down at the dead leaves as his feet made a crunching sound every time he took a step. It seemed like hours that he had been walking, when in reality he had only been walking for a little over ten minuets.

   Lewis took the gun out of his pocket and sat down, starting to lean on the tree and close his eyes a bit to enjoy the little time he had left before taking his phone out too and loading the gun.

   He turned his phone on and made sure that his password was off so that whoever found him would be able to read the note on the little phone screen he had.

   Dear whoever finds this,

   I'm guessing that you've found this already, along with my now-lifeless-body.

   I just want you to know,

   I'm doing this because I can't take the pain.

   I can't take the bulling.

   I can't take the abuse.

  I can't take the cheating.

   I can't take the regret.

   I can't take my daily life anymore, it's hell to even be alive...

  I mean hell, I'd rather be in hell that be here and alive! 

   The point is, I don't wanna live anymore, all of the things that I have to do, have to be, have to fake...Its just too much...I can't take it...

   I know what your saying, 'But Lewis, suicide isn't the answer!' YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT?  I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING, BUT NOBODY BELIVES ME! Sometimes I think I'm going insane...but that's not the point!

   - Lewis *classified for later in my story!*

    Lewis felt fresh tears running down his face as he read his note over. He wasn't going to say any goodbyes to anyone...they never cared for him so why should he care?

   He brought the gun up to his head and closed his eyes.

   "Goodbye cruel world..."

   BANG!