| Something I find difficult to follow. |


Listen I should have answered the phone. I should have taken him seriously. He was disturbed, I knew, but I thought it wasn't serious. After hearing the same story time after time, I just stopped believing him. If it wasn't for me, it wouldn't have happened. If I had listened like every other time, I could have stopped it. I didn't though.Listen by ~careless--whispers
His name was Jordan Hampton, age sixteen. We were neighbors for years, but he being two years older, had never paid attention to me. On that first day I found him crying, I got up my courage to talk to him. From one long conversation, we became as close as two people could. In that small part of summer, a life ti
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