After Danny.

I felt weird when I woke up that morning, like something was going to happen. Something bad. I didn't know what it was, but I didn't want to find out either.

"Hey, kiddo!" My lacrosse coach called, jogging over to me, "How's Danny doing? I heard he was sick."

"I think he's o-- Oh my god," I gasped, "I-I, shit! I need to go! I'm sorry, I'll be back!"

Everything fell into place at that moment. I understood my weird feeling, I got it. I had to go. I had to see Danny. I needed to make sure he was alright.

I looked at the line of traffic. If I took my car, I'd never make it. I took a deep breath and began running as fast as I could towards my house. I finally got to my street and an ambulance was in my driveway.

"Danny!" I screamed, pushing past the police.

"Kid, you can't go back there!" One of the cops said.

I saw Danny's best friend infront of Danny's bedroom door.

"Tony!" I yelled running up to him, wrapping my arms around him and sobbing.

"Sh, sh, David, it's okay, breathe kiddo." Tony whispered, rubbing my back.

"He killed himself, didn't he?" I whimpered.

Tony stayed silent.

"Dammit Tony! Fucking speak!" I screamed, "Please, just speak!"

Tony nodded.

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