My cousin Jason was murdered a few years ago, because he was in the hospital and a nurse who had psychological issues killed him. It really damaged my whole entire family, and we are barely recovered. Since then, 6 of my family members have died, and my family all go to therapy. My aunt committed suicide.

I told this story to my friend, Evan, out of hope that he'd understand why I was sad a lot, and had to be with my family most of the time. I had told him stories about Jason, so he knew who he was. But instead of understanding the immense pain I was going through, he laughed at me and told me to go hang myself like my aunt did. I started crying, and he laughed even more. I ran out of the classroom, and I got detention for not getting permission to leave. Evan told me that I deserved all that has happened to my family and that he hopes I go the same way as Jason.

I never have been more hurt by somebody who is supposed to be my friend in my entire life.