I am uploading this message to all of my stories on this website in the hopes that it will reach a great number of you.

Tonight I found out that a boy I've known since childhood, died of drug overdose last night. Before any of you can begin to think that this is a ploy to get more readers or reviews or anything trivial like that, it's not. This is reality, and I have been sobbing for the past half-hour trying to come to terms with the fact that this is happening.

There was a point in my life where I was in love with this boy, where I could see myself marrying him. His family is very dear to me, his older brother and mine are best friends, I cheered with his younger sister, so though we grew apart and our lives changed, his family was still very dear to my heart.

In high school he started getting in with a different crowd than our group of friends from church, one that wasn't the best influence on him. It was still his own choice to do the things he did though, and those choices ultimately are what killed him. His family tried to get him into rehab, but this stubborn, rebellious boy I once idolized, wouldn't take it.

He was twenty years old. He was a great big brother. He loved his camera.

His name is Sawyer, and his sister found him after he'd been dead for twenty-four hours.

I beg you to not let drugs ruin the people we love, and ourselves. I don't care if you think nobody loves you and the only person you're hurting is yourself.

Don't give it a thought, don't hurt the people around you, don't hurt yourself.

Be safe.

Love you, Sawyer.