RIP John

This is the worst story.
Don’t read it.
It is about a boy named John.
John is…was a boy who went to my high school.
Our senior year, a week or so before graduation, he died.
The way he died, is that he killed himself.
He killed himself in the worst way I could imagine.
The way he killed himself is he hung himself. And the worst detail is that the rope dug into his neck, cut into his neck, and they had to take him down.
They were his best friend’s parents.
What happened is all John’s friends were at a party with him. And John and all of his friends passed out that night at John’s best friend’s house.
In the morning no one knew where John was, they thought he went home.
Later the next day, John’s best friend, whose name is Andy, went to find John at John’s parent’s house where John lived.
John was not at home.
His parents didn’t know where he was.
Andy looked all over town,
Looked every possible place John could be.
He called everyone he could think of.
A few people got text messages from John around ten that morning saying I love you, this has nothing to do with you.
Andy was worried.
Andy went to his house, thinking maybe John passed out somewhere where Andy did not see him.
Andy realized he had not searched his house.
Back at home, Andy looked throughout the house.
Andy went down into the basement.
He walked into a small back room, and there was John.
John was dead. On a rope. Hanging from the ceiling.
Andy screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed.
Andy’s parents ran down the stairs.
Andy’s parents dragged their son out of the room.
Andy screamed. Screamed.
Andy’s parents had to cut John down from the ceiling of their basement back room.
The rope was embedded in his neck.
Andy’s parents had to call the police and tell them what had happened.
And Andy would not… could not stop screaming.


I was not there, and yet,
I am so haunted by this.
But how is Andy?