"Can you people drive any slower? What the Hell? My best friend is about to freaking kil hiself! DRIVE!" I scream.

When I went to Julian's house for a surprise visit over my spring break, he wasn't home. Mom smothered me with hugs and preached about how much she missed me. When I asked where Julian was, she handed me a note, written on dirty school paper with blue lines.

"To all who ever loved, be prepared for the end. To all who ever died, miss the love. To all who ever loved me, I love, but love can only do so much in response to pain."

His Mom stated, "he probably went to go hiking with a couple of his friends. He asked me about going sometime this week."

"Didn't you read his note?" I asked her.

"It's just another one of his poems that he left on the table."

Suddenly, I rushed out because she didn't get it. She didn't know Julian was clinically depressed. She wasn't aware that he has bee bullied since third grade. She had no recollection of Jules being asked out by Jenny in sixth grade. He faced a month of abuse that he didn't know was wrong because it was his first relationship, and he didn't know the difference between abuse and compassion. She had no idea that Jules and I were forced by the drama-loving students in our school to date for two years. She didn't know Julian was attempting to kill himself while she hugged me on the porch. He knew I would be the only one who knew the meaning of his note.

The stream water glows golden in the sunlight, pattering over the rocks that lie in the middle and on the border of the stream. An old wooden bridge hovers over the stream with an unspeakable beauty. Although the bridge can barely hold one ninety pound human body, this is where I stand.

The bridge is creaking under my weight of 115. The last two digits of my weight reveals my age, and life sucks for a guy like me. I have never been able to "fit in". Nobody liked me because I didn't play football. I wasn't the most athletic kid in school. I didn't care about school dances. I loathed the idea of dressing out in gym because I knew I'd get made fun of. They bulled for everything.

This has been my life since third grade. The only time I was "popular" was when I dated Jenny. That's only because she's a size two, and she dated me as a bet, in sixth grade. I wasn't worth the cleavage exposing shirt she was wearing. I was her piece of trash to kick around. She was given ten dollars to date me.

Bullied because my only friend was a girl, I couldn't stand people. My best friend was friend, so we were "forced" to date to avoid constant tormenting. Holding hands, sneaking hugs, we were performing all the "normal" dating habits. Just to feel safe and secure! That's all people wanted. Another fake couple to gossip about.

In eighth grade, Adrienne and I ended it. We stopped the non-existent relationship they wanted. We finished everything. Adrienne moved away, that summer. I was fourteen.

The last year has just been so horrible. I can't tell you how many people pushed me, shoved me, and detested me. Now, I'm here on this bridge, about to jump because no one will give a damn if I'm dead.

My phone lights up in my hand, where I'm about to toos it into the stream. What's the point of looking at the text message that just bothered me? As soon as this bridge crumbles, I'll drop ten feet, cracking my skull on a giant rock. I've been calculating my suicide for a month. If I'm going to die, there's no reason to not look at the message.

Adrienne's name lights up my phone once more. The message reads: "Get off that bridge, idiot."

Looking around, I wonder how Adrienne could know what I'm about to do. she lives three hours away from here. I hear an obnoxious cough behind me, where I see Adrienne. She's leaning against her car, which she must've gotten for her sixteenth birthday.

"Get off that bridge, Jules. Can't you read a test message? Get your behind over here so I can hug you, before I yell at you."

Slowly, very slowly, I listen to her. Holding out her arms for a hug, she looks at me. I run over to her, falling into her arms and crying. Due to me being underweight, she can catch me.

"Adrienne, I...I'm..."

She looks at me, motioning to stop. "Don't speak."

"Adrienne, thank you. You just saved my life."