Shawn looked at the knife in front of him. It called beckoningly to him, scaring him a bit. The seventeen year old picked it up, placing its cool edge on his hot skin.
Looking around, Shawn checked that no one was watching. Abandoned warehouse or not, he couldn't risk someone interrupting him. He also made sure his note was in clear view.
This is it, Shawn thought. No one wants me. Gus went off for college, Mom left, even Dad can't stand me. I won't be missed. I'll never be anybody.
Putting pressure on the knife, he ended his life.