(The note is crumpled up and crushed, as if it was meant to be thrown away.)

(The note is crumpled up and crushed, as if it was meant to be thrown away.) my friend they... i think they killed themselves. after another bad fall i tried fixing up their legs but they kept telling me off. they kept shooing me away like some sort of fly, telling me to leave them alone. i didnt get it. i left to grab some of the plants here to try and bandage them up but... when i came back they had another wound. one on their arm. i still remember what it looked like, it was bad, practically ripped apart. i tried to use the plants i found to fix up the new wound but they kept pushing me away. their eyes were... looked just... empty. i told them to stop and just let me help but they didnt respond. i tried to help a couple more times and theyd shove me away until they just... stopped. i remember seeing their body relax, i think thats when they stopped breathing. i cant get that image out of my head... did... did i do something wrong? i swear i didnt... what did i do wrong? why did they do that? i... i didnt do anything. i dont understand, i dont want to die... i dont... i... ... haha... its so lonely in here. (You notice faint, dried tear drops and dried blood riddled among the wrinkled up note.)