Jasmine slowly walked towards the open window, preparing herself for what she might find. A deep breath was taken, followed by a step and as she looked over the edge, she almost threw up.

There, Ethan Dolan hung from his fifth floor bedroom in a mental institute. Not moving, not breathing-- just being blown by the wind.

Jasmine stood there and screamed. She screamed as loud as she could, she screamed for those who wish they could, for Ethan who didn't scream loud enough, and herself for not screaming when she should have.

People rushed into the room and pulled Jasmine away from the ledge, hoisting Ethan up after. They laid him on a stretcher and checked his pulse.

Ethan's eyes were still open, showing his beautiful hazel eyes. She noticed something poking out from his shirt pocket and grabbed it quickly so no one would notice. Jasmine stuffed it in her pocket and stared at her lifeless friend being wheeled into the hallway.