Prologue

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4 police cars        

3 ambulances         

2 screaming parents        

1 dead friend 

  He was the tortured soul, the one who you could count on to be there for you when everything went wrong, the boy who you couldn't ignore, even after a broken heart.

 The 17 year old boy stood in his garage with a rope in his hand looking up above him to see where he would end his life, briefely wondering if there was anything else for him to live for. He thought of .  After waiting for a minute or two it was done, he was dead.

  Thats what happened to my best friend and neighbor Josh Harding, and I, Marlee Golding was the one who found him. 

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