There was a huge lump in my throat. I got my jacket and out of my house, ran two blocks. No cars were in the driveway, the front door was wide open. I ran inside. I heard someone yelling and crying. I ran into his room. I saw his best friend laying by his side and trying to wake him up. I fell down to his side and tried mouth to mouth. He wasn't waking up. My vision got blurry, and his best friend finally said 

'He's Gone.'

I didn't want to believe it. He was my first love, my first everything. We waited for the ambulance to come, and his family. I held his hand and kept praying to god that he wasn't gone. They took him to the hostpital. I staying by his side the whole entire time. His best friend was there too, sitting by his side, and praying with me. The flat line went flat. I broke down and cried. James ran out, yelling for a doctor. I cried into his chest, hugging him and whispering 'Please don't be gone, I love you.' The doctors pushed us out. That was the last time I held him in my arms. 

R.I.P Mason

I love you Mason, with all my heart. I don't think I'll love anyone more than I'll love you. Me, your family misses you, James misses you. We thought you were alright. But no. You're in a better place now, no longer will you suffer from people making fun you, no judgement. I guess that was the reason why you did it. Bottom line, I love you.