I had the closest group of friends. 6 of us in all. 4 of them died. I cling to the last one as if she were life. 1 O.D.ed and the other 3 committed suicide. One of my friends, Gina, drowned her self. Tanya, drowned herself as well. But Daniel, he was practically my brother. We didn't even knock on each others' doors anymore, we had key to each others homes. He had an abusive father. He would beat Danny so bad, sometimes he couldn't even see out of his left eye. Danny had always said he would find a way out. I thought he meant running away, but I was wrong. I came by his house one morning after promising to come wake him up. I walked in and as usual his dad was past out drunk on the couch. When I opened the door, he was hanging from his ceiling fan. He had been clearly beaten the night before and I could smell marijuana in the air. I was the one who cut him down, with the very knife he used to cut himself (he was a cutter). I hope he finally found what he had been looking for: happiness.