Your mom comes in your room, you're not breathing, she shakes you, "Stop playing and get up," she laughs she thinks it's a joke.You don't get up, you don't move, you don't wake up. "STOP IT! RIGHT NOW! GET UP!" You're not going to get up you're dead. You're scaring her. she keeps shaking you.She realizes it isn't a joke, she screams, your dead body in her arms, she cries she blames herself. Your dad hears the screams, he comes, he gets down on his knees he strokes your face, your blue lips, your limp body, your pale cheeks, his baby.. his precious baby's gone. He cries. The principal goes into school and tells everyone your dead. You're best friend goes into depression, your family moves, the girl you've never talked to cries, the boy/girl that hide his /her feelings starts self harming. Your teachers blame themselves they should've known, they should've seen it coming. The wrold is torn up, they cry and cry, you're mourned. And known as the "kid that took their life, causing the whole world pain."