52.Rocco Lombardi

I can't believe reading that journal made me want to genuinely apologize to him. His clearly parents didn't care about him. The only person who understood him was his brother. He was younger, and off at boarding school in Italy. Vincenzo was as alone as he said he was.

Exactly how far does someone have to be pushed to write several suicide notes? Why did he even save them? Why did he write about every time he tried to kill himself, then berate himself for not being able to follow through?

It was fucking heavy as hell.

"Hey, Martin," I called to him as I saw him walking past Vincenzo's room.

"Hey Rocco, what's up?" He asked momentarily stopping.

"I think Vincenzo is going to commit suicide," Martin looked at me with wide eyes and I told him the gist of the things I had just read and why I felt the way I did.

"I don't think you're wrong," Martin whispered. Since most of his words were choked up in his throat.