On this day as I look down at Loch Lomond I wonder how he could jump, I wonder why he would leave me. As I look down again I let out a hysterical scream while I fall to the floor. I shout ‘’ how could you do this to me, how could you leave me alone’’. I have never felt so alone in this world until now. ‘’ Come back, you left me you selfish idiot’’ I scream. I can’t believe how this all started.

Two weeks ago today it was Robert Burns day. Nobody ever really did much on this day but me and my best friend Matthew loved it. It gave us an opportunity to dress up and eat way too much shortbread. When I see Matthew I run up to him and hug him. Matthew is quite short for a boy his age; it looks like the clothes he is wearing are drowning him. I mess up his curly brown hair and say ‘’ Happy burns day’’ he smiles and we start to go to school. When me and Matthew get to school Matthew gets knocked over. ‘’ what the hell’’ Matthew shouts. A tall boy named Scott turns around and says ‘’ don’t get in my way then’’. I help Matthew up then we go to class.

When I walk home with Matthew that day he seems really off, he is quite the whole way home by the time we finally reach my door I go to say goodbye but he walks off too quick. The next day when I see him he has a black eye and a bit of blood dripping from his cheek. Me and Matthew have alway been bullied but never his badly. I grab his face and whisper ‘’who did this to you’’ he puts head down and says ‘’ it was an accident, it was my fault anyway’’. I grab his hand and ask ‘’please tell me what happened’’. He cries ‘’ It was my fault I got in my dad’s way, he didn’t mean to hurt me’’ I grab him and hug him ‘’ we need to call the police’’ I say. ‘’No ‘’ he shouts. ‘’He is all I have left since my mum died. I can’t lose him to’’.

This went on for a few more weeks but I had no idea. One day Matthew was looking really sick so I told him to go home but I followed him. I watched as we walked up a tall climb beside loch lomond. He walks to the edge. I realised what he was going to do was too late. He had jumped. I let out a scream ‘’ no’’. I fell to the ground. I felt like I could just lay there and die. My best friend, my everything was dead.

Freya Canning