“They are going to pay for this!” Anderson muttered out in an angry, almost scary voice. “I’m going to make them pay for all of this!”
Not knowing what else to say or do to comfort him, I promised him that they were indeed going to pay someday, that they weren’t going to get away with what they had done, though I knew nothing of what that actually entailed.
“I’m gonna kill myself to make everybody pay!” Anderson almost shouted as he smacked the door with his fist. “I wish I was good enough! Then I would know that I’m not in this alone!”
“Anderson!” I yelled at him even though he was sitting right beside me. “What in the world are you talking about?!”
I broke down crying at the thought of him wanting to commit suicide. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, not after what just happened
