It all started on May 18th or some day around there. I was out at a restaurant at one in the morning when i heard the news that my bestfriend Izzy got shot in the head. I thought it was a lied at first because how? Its one in the morning and he always usually playing his PS4 at that time or sleeping so it doesnt seem right. Atleast the next day was sunday so i didnt have school and didnt have to stress about it the whole day that much. Especially when finals were like the next week! That Saturday or Sunday i was praying to god that this whole news were fake. i didnt want to suffer my first loss ever and it being my bestfriend.

“Yo Caleb you heard what happened?” Alex (my closest friend) exclaims
“ Yeah I heard bro I heard, is it true though?” I wondered
“ Yeah bro, hes in the hospital right now.” Alex said in a sad voice

That same day i heard he was in the hospital we rushed over there but they said we couldn’t see him since he was going through some surgery or something. I was bawling my eyes out so bad it felt like i was dying myself. I couldnt belive any of it. I was in shock. Everyone was. No one expected this to happen to someone like him. He was th nicest kid you could ever meet. He was a human pillow. Whenever someone needed helpor someone to talk to, he was the pillow they can lay on and let everything out. He was just the best brother/bestfriend out there. They didnt let us go back to the hospital to visit him until the 20th of May. Of course the day I couldnt go, they let people in. They allowed people the next day too but of course i couldnt go again.

“Yo Caleb you need to come to the hospital asap” Alex states
“Im trying bro but i cant.” I said tearing up
“You need to see him before he passes away” Alex sadly said

The day May 22nd comes around. Im in school taking my first final which i think was my Biology one. I received a text from their parents saying that he just passed away and they are sorry we (our group of friends) couldnt be there. I was mad, sad, depressed, and everything else you can think of. His own bestfriend didnt say bye. His own bestfriend didnt show up the days he couldve. You wouldnt understand what i was feeling those minutes. I didnt even want to take my finals, play basketball anymore, and even do school anymore. I wanted to quit everything. I felt so bad. All i saw was my friends all devasted and bawling thier eyes out him.

The week went on and i would think about is Izzy and I going out to do fun things. We stayed up all night playing absketball outside during the summer. Going out to bdubds and the movies almost every friday. It was just a joyful and happy moment around him. But at the same time ill be thinking about how it shouldve been me leaving our group instead of him. He was the best one there to be honest. He made the most impact while on the other hand i didnt make that much in my opinion. I miss him so much you guys wouldnt understand. I stopped talking to everyone like i used to talk with him because im scared ill lose them like i did with him. Rest In Peace Bro Izzy.