This is a story of a girl who finds her best friend's suicide note.

Dear Raven,
Please don't blame yourself. It was never your fault and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Everything got out of hand. I didn't want to leave you, but then I realized- you have others alongside you. Luke and Austin especially. I didn't want to die. At least- not until my world fell apart. Bullies burned my sketchbook in front of my face. My scars began to grow visible, and no one even noticed. No one noticed the new cuts and bruises. No one figured the bruises were from my own fists. And if they did notice, they just looked once and didn't care. I'm glad they didn't because then this would be so much harder. But it's not. Please don't blame yourself for anything that has happened in the past year. Don't let Luke or Austin blame themselves either. I want you to be happy. All of you. My only requests are that you stay happier than ever and don't raise a blade to yourself. No self harm anymore. If you stay happy, Luke won't have to worry about you. Austin won't have to keep at your side. And please, keep the two assholes from butting heads. I love you, Rave. Goodbye.

I stared at the crumbled paper sitting in front of me. It was written to me. Only me. I've read it a thousand times, just hoping this was only a nightmare. Just hours ago, her soul slipped out of my reach. She just left me here... could I have stopped it? I've read this Damn Note all day, nonstop... just BEGGING for a clue. But there was no bullying that I noticed and we've been together ninety nine percent of the time. Did I not pay attention enough? I'm the only one who knows she's gone. We were going to live together, get a job, and even raise our children together. Why did she have to leave so soon? A sixteen year old with slit wrists, a broken windpipe, and a rope holding her off the ground by inches. If only I could've said something more. I was right there, right next to her. If only she was faking it somehow. Just somehow she managed to fake the blood and the gasping for air, and the missing pulse... I tried to change her mind... but those last four words... the last sentence... the last breath she had before I lunged to catch her... it proves she was gone forever: "I'll love you always."