The Secret

It was my best friend's deepest, darkest secret and it would be a hard to keep. We were just catching up again. We haven't seen each other for 3 years after high school. It was a sunny day when we started talking. We were best friends since 2nd grade. I was knew in the school and he was the only one who would talk to me. He is a really good friend and so was I. He would tell me his secrets but before he did he tested me to see if he could trust me. He told me a fake secret and found out months later that I didn't tell one single person. That is when he knew and started telling me his real secrets. When I found out that the first one was made up, I did the same to him and he didn't even know until I told him.

So back to the day where we got together. We were talking like we always have. He was telling me all the things that happened to him. Then his mood just dropped. His smile became a frown. I could also tell because of the way he was talking. I asked him what was wrong and that he knows he can trust me about anything. I kept asking him then he started crying. I told him to tell me so that I can help. He finally told me but said not to change the way I treat him. I was shocked and I started crying, too. His secret was sad and he said not to tell anyone and that I'm the only one who knows. I asked him why he hasn't told anyone else. He said because he was afraid of them treating him differently. That is why he was afraid to tell and said not to change the way I see in him.


The secret was that was depressed and has cancer. He was like that for about 5 years. He told me that he was so afraid and he wants to go to a place so he can "fix his problem." I was thinking about what he meant and it was that he wanted to kill himself. I couldn't let that happen, but I also couldn't tell his secret. I don't know what to do. I tried to find help quick. I just found my best friend and I couldn't let him go. I tricked him thinking that I was giving him a big surprise when I actually took him to a therapist to talk about his problem. When i told he got mad and said that he never thought about me be trailing him. I told him that I never told his secret and that I just wanted to help. He didn't want it. I told him that killing himself won't solve anything. I also told him that I missed him and I didn't want to loose him. I also said to remember all the good times that we had when we where good friends. We went home and we haven't talk for 3 weeks.


After that, we called me. I was so relieved for hearing his voice. He told me that he thought about it and he would like to talk to me about it instead. We did. I was helping him with his problems and that he should try to tell his family. his life was a bit better. 4 months later, he was gone. He died of his cancer and I was glad that I could talk to him before he had passed away.