God Made Friends So Everyone Wouldn't Kill Themselves

Life at home for me was getting harder. It was wierd to not have the TV constantly on, the neighbors always over, and my room not being invaded all the time. Andy was part of who I am, and still is, but it will never be the same. I always secretly wish that Andy was still here, but there is one reason that I don't. That reason is if that I wasn't called to the office on that peticular day, I wouldn't have met Trevor. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. If it wasn't for him, I would have killed myself by now. That old boyscout pocketknife would be at the police station, getting blood taken off of it for testings. I'm glad I'm not dead. It would put my parents through terrible misery, and Trevor wouldn't have me for a friend. Or maybe he wouldn't care. I had never asked him how I affected his life, but I hope it was in a good way. I hope that he relys on me as much as I rely on him. I hope my impact on him was a good one, something I could be proud of. I decided I would ask him that sometime. I just had to know.