Alexander Pov
There's so much stress. It's the end of senior year. (I'm sorry. It's a giant time skip) I was elected for valedictorian. Which is cool, but it only adds to the stress. I'm not going to be in college anymore. I'm going to be a lawyer. My depression and anxiety levels are through the roof. Everyone thinks I've stopped cutting. They are wrong. I love Thomas but I don't love myself. He could find someone so much better. I paced around the living room. Every now and then I would go back to the bathroom and look at the noose that I put up. Thomas was in class. There's nothing holding me back. My depression is telling me 'go, go do it. You can do it. Meet your mother and cousin and brother again.' But then my anxiety goes 'WOAH WOAH WOAH! LETS HOLD ON HERE.' So yeah, to say I'm confused would be an understatement.
      I'm going to do it. This is it. I picked up a pen and started writing.
'Isn't it funny how everyone said writing would be the death of me but no one realized I was the one holding the pen. I was the one who decided when it would run out of ink. Though I have my friends, boyfriend and possible future success none of you seemed to realize I was at my breaking point. I'm not going to mention you by name but you know who you are when I say; I love you. You know who you are when I say; Go die in a fucking ditch. You might not understand why at first but go through your memories. Did I ever seem truly happy? Did I ever seem like I was proud of something I did? The Revolutionary set, you gave me friendship. Schuyler sisters you gave me all of my advice. Thomas you gave me love. But in the end, I gave myself nothing. I gave myself this suicide.'
I took in a shaky breath. John. My first friend. I grabbed my phone.
"Hey John?" I asked. "Hey Alex. How's it going? You wanna come by my house later get drunk or somethin'?" He asked. "No John. I-I have to tell you something." I said. "Go right on ahead." He said. I sighed. "John you are an amazing person. Don't ever forget that." I told him. "Alex?" "John this is not your fault. I know you. You'll blame yourself but this is not your fault." I said. "Alex I don't know what you mean." He said. I hung up. This is it. I got up, put it around my neck and closed my eyes. It hurt for a second. I felt my vision blur. I smiled. This is it.

John Pov
I put my phone in my pocket. "What is it John?" Peggy asked. "I dunno..I think Alex is upset or somethin'. You guys wanna come see what he's doin' with me?" I asked. My friends all nodded in agreement. I knocked on the door. No one answered. Me being me, went into his house anyways. "Yo Alex? You alright?" Herc called. No response. Eliza opened the bathroom door. And then backed up into me. She started sobbing hysterically and screaming. Then I realized why. "No. Alex." I said. Something inside of me broke. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Laf sobbed and called 911. He's gone. My boy, is gone. I read his note and sat it down. How did I not realize. Thomas was soon here and he cried when he saw Alexander's lifeless body. He cried when he saw them put a white bag around him. He cried when they left. I couldn't bring myself to any emotion.

Aaron Pov
He did it. I always thought there was something wrong but I never asked. We all could've done something. He mentioned no ones name in his note. But I was in it. When I read it, I could see the smirk on his face while he wrote to go 'die in a ditch.' I'm sorry Alexander.

Eliza Pov
I can't. I cant go by a single day without thinking of him. What would he say in this situation? What would he do? I always wanted to be with him, but now, I'll never even get the slightest chance. I thought that boy could be mine.

Lafayette Pov
He was the only friend I knew who could speak French. He was the only friend I knew who could say the exact right thing at the exact right time. He was the only friend I knew who thought he wasn't good enough.

Hercules Pov
He was a great guy. Alex seemed to be almost perfect. Little did I know he didn't think of himself like that. I never knew that he would do this. Not ever did I think he could do this.

Thomas Pov
He was the first person to stand up to me. He was also the first person to make my stomach have this weird fluttering feeling. I loved him. I know that he loved me. He didn't need to tell me. He will never ever be forgotten.

I'm so sorry for ending with so much depression. I had it planned out the whole time. My hands were shaking while I wrote this. I do have another book if you happened to like my writing. I might publish my outline to this story if you want to see my weird creative process. Welp. This is the end of the story if you didn't realize it.