Last Thursday night, around eight o' clock, I was sitting in my room, when my phone rang. I reached down and answered it. It was one of my friends. He was crying, so I couldn't understand what he was saying. It took me almost ten minutes to calm him down. Once he was calm, he told me that my best friend had just committed suicide.

It just didn't seem real, but I knew it wasn't a joke. He had jumped off of a bridge because he thought that no one cared about him. He was being bullied at school because he was gay. Because of a few kids at school who thought that he was a loser, his family, and his friends, and everyone who ever cared about him, will never see him again.

When I found out, I didn't tell my mom. I knew that she would just make me talk to a counselor about what happened. That is not what I wanted. What I wanted was for this to stop.

This has gotten so bad, that I am starting to expect these things. I am afraid for all of my friends that go to school in that town. I am afraid that they will be bullied, because they are being who they are, and will make the same choice as my best friend. To take their own life.

I know that I will never even have to think about making that choice because I go to a school where everybody gets along, where there isn't a lot of bullying. Where everybody is welcomed as they are. Some people are not that lucky, like my friend. I am never going to see him again because a few stupid high school kids decided that it would be fun to bully him.

That is not okay. And the bullying needs to stop. People need to open their eyes and realize the damage that bullying is causing.