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It hasn't left my head since Kyle said it.
It's been a few days since that day when I caught Kyle out on the street crying. I still remember about how he explained so vividly, like I was there with them. Stan's always been a little off, but I never realized how bad it was until he told me about that. Yeah, I can imagine Stan thinking about doing it, but never in a million years I can imagine him actually attempting. A world without Stan would be terrible. He's like my other older brother. Not to mention that Kyle would be miserable about it and probably stay single for the rest of his life.
I lay back on my bed, feeling the plush pillow hit my head. I feel like I should tell someone, but at the same time I shouldn't. That would be getting into business that isin't mine, but I run the risk of stan getting another opportunity to commit and suceed.
So, what do I do? Do I help Stan or keep Kyle's secret? If I kept the secret, I wouldn't break no trust but Stan's life would be at risk. I don’t want to lose Kyle’s trust, but I won’t leave Stan at risk for another attempt just because I kept a secret.
I get off my bed slowly, like I’ll break if I move too fast. I’m going to tell my mom, it’s not much, but it’s a start.
”Ma?” I call out as I walk into the kitchen, where she’s making dinner.
”Yes bubby?” She answers calmly, like I’m not about to ruin her evening.
”I—“ My words falter for a second. “I need to tell you something.”
She stops stirring the pot of whatever it is she’s cooking. “What happened? Is it about Kyle?”
I shake my head. “It’s about Stan. I think you’re gonna need to tell Mrs. Marsh.”
”You’re scaring me, Ike.”
I spit the words out before i can overthink them, my eyes starting to sting. “Kyle told me Stan tried to kill himself.”
I can see her body freeze. She drops the wooden spoon in her hand, letting it clatter to the floor. I can tell she’s processing it by the way her expressions change.
“Ike?” She calls out to me shakily.
“Yes?”
”Go to your room.” She instructs me. “I need to make a phone call.
I nod hesitantly, walking back to my room slowly. I can hear her dial her phone, calling Mrs. Marsh.
And just like that, it’s out of my hands.