“Okay, so when we were little, Jack was always, always in the hospital. And it wasn’t like the hospital where people are in physical pain or anything; it was like one you go to talk about your feelings to.â€?

Trey stopped to look at my expression but I didn’t let him see anything. I didn’t know where the story was going yet.

“Yeah so, his mom died in like child birth so I guess Jack was messed up, you know. And when his mom died, his dad was like torn apart. He was always drinking and stuff.â€?

I interrupted, “I think I know where this story is going.â€?

“You only think…â€? Trey said silently, strangely.

“What’s wrong?â€? He suddenly looked extremely sad.

“Nothing, nothing; everything is fine.â€? He sighed, “Okay, so when we were about twelve was when everything fell apart. It was almost like … he … didn’t want to live anymore. He was um, you know, always talking about dying and stuff. And he started turning sort of emo.â€?

“What do you mean?â€? I was pretty sure of what he meant, but it just didn’t seem … real.