Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Freedom of Speech Part 2: A Best Friend's Suicide

A Best Friend's Suicide

Realizing that all his friends no longer want anything to do with him, Mac commits suicide. What will happen next? Will Mac and his former friends Frankie, Mr. Herriman, Madame Foster, Bloo, CoCo, Wilt, Eduardo go their separate ways? You’ll find out in this story.

Mac was a very happy go lucky kid who loved going to Foster's every day after school. There, he would find Bloo and all his friends, Wilt, Coco and Eduardo.

But as he grew up, he noticed that his friends were behaving strangely. They were often giving him the silent treatment or are ignoring him.

One cloudy day, Mac went to Foster's as usual hoping to find Bloo. But he wasn't there. After wandering around the house to look for Bloo, Mac finally found him in his room. Only to find Bloo angrily throwing darts at a crudely drawn picture of Mac with devil horns. Above the drawing said, 'Traitor.'

Mac went up to Bloo and asked, "Bloo, what is wrong with you. Bloo turned to Mac angrily and said, "What is wrong with me? You are the one who is wrong with me!" Mac gasped, "What is wrong with me? What did I ever do to you?"

"You think! You act like if I am your best friend! But no. You will forget me. When children are still young, we would think that they will remember us for life. But when they grow up, they will eventually forget about us," replied Bloo.

"What? No, that's not true! Even Madame Foster would not forget about her imaginary friend, Mr Herriman," retorted Mac.

Suddenly, Wilt, Coco and Eduardo arrived, defended Bloo. Wilt said, "I'm sorry, but Bloo has a point. You will eventually forget about us." "Si," said Eduardo. "Co-Co," said Coco.

"Mac, just get out of our sight. We don't want you anymore. So go jump in front of a bus or leap off from a building," said Bloo angrily. "Yeah!" said Eduardo and Wilt together. Upset at this, Mac ran away from Bloo's room and out of Foster's with tears producing in his eyes.

“I don’t believe it. This has never happened in my life before. My friends at Foster’s don’t want me here anymore. Because they hate me. I’m gonna leave Foster’s forever. Goodbye forever, Mr. Herriman, Frankie, Madame Foster, Bloo, Wilt, Coco and Eduardo. I’ll never see you again.”

Without turning back, Mac finally made it to his apartment into his room, flung himself on his bed and cried softly into his pillow. After ten minutes, Mac thought, 'If they want me gone, then so be it.'

He got out a piece of paper and started to write a note to tell his former friends that he was going to commit suicide.

Then, he placed the note on his desk and ran out of his apartment and onto the sidewalks. As he was walking on the sidewalks, he saw there were a lot of cars, lorries, vans and buses driving along the road. This gave Mac an idea; to jump in front of a bus.

Mac saw a huge bus coming from far away. He waited for the right time for the bus to come. When it was approaching, he jumped right in front of the bus and was sent flying into the air. Then he landed to the ground.

As Mac's vision was becoming blurry, the last thing he heard was frantic shouts for help. Then, his vision went black.

(Mac's Point Of View)

I should have died after the bus hit me. But somehow, I felt my heart still beating. Am I really dead or not? The strange scent of latex filled my nose. My eyes slowly blinked opened. And my vision became blurry to crystal clear.

I looked around only to find myself lying on a hospital bed. I was shocked that I was in a hospital room. That explains why I could smell latex.

Just then, the door slowly creaked open and a black haired woman in a white uniform arrived and said, "Mac, you're awake."

"Yes I am," I replied. "Why am I not dead yet? And How did you know my name?"

"I do not have sufficient data to answer your questions."

"You don't, huh?"

"One question, at a time, please. Anyway, You fell into a coma for five months. I was called by some passers-by that you jumped in front of a bus to kill yourself. I managed to get you in time to the hospital," informed the nurse. "And I'm Nurse Mary by the way."

"Five months?" I said in disdain. I rather die or have permanent brain damage than be in a coma for two months.

"Well you were one of those people who survived a five months coma," said Nurse Mary. "Yeah, lucky me," I said sarcastically.

She then asked, "How did you jump in front of the bus?" I sighed and said, "I don't want to talk about it." "It's okay. You can tell me," she said. "Alright. My current enemies told me to die just because I am growing up."

Nurse Mary gasped and said, "Well, if they were not your true friends, just ignore them. Don't befriend or talk to them ever again. Then they will be sorry."

“Well, I hope so. That means we are going our separate ways. That also means we’re enemies, not friends.”

I smiled. Then, she said, "I think you may need to have some rest. You may leave the hospital tomorrow." She then left me alone. I went back to sleep.

The next morning, Nurse Mary entered my room and said, "Mac. You're free to go now." She then lifted me onto the wheelchair and wheeled me through the lobby and we went down the lift. After going down several floors, we made it to the ground floor.

There, she said, "You can go home now." I thanked her before getting myself up. Then, I waved goodbye, left the hospital and walked home. Never again, I am visiting my so called friends, Coco, Bloo, Eduardo, Wilt, Madame Foster, Frankie, and Mr. Herriman or talking to them. I clenched my fist tightly and said, "I will get you for this."

It was a few months since Mac's suicide attempt failed. Frankie Foster, the caretaker of Foster's Home for imaginary friends was in her room sitting on her bed. She was feeling very depressed and heartbroken. She could not understand why Mac had not come to visit her, Madame Foster, Mr Herriman, Bloo, Wilt, Eduardo and Coco. Frankie was tired of her rivalry with Mac but Mr. Herriman strictly said no.

Frankie took out her photo album which was stashed under her bed and looked at the photos of herself and her little brother figure, Mac. Memories flashed through her head. She remembered the Days where they had fun together, the days where she helped him in his homework when he is having difficulty, the days they played together and the nights she had him sit with her near the fireplace.

But ever since Mac had not come to Foster's, Frankie was heartbroken. She was crying in her pillow with tears staining the case. Frankie did not miss Mac for a few whiles. Not even for more than ten minutes. Then she whistled, called and looked around. But she could not find Mac anywhere. Mr. Herriman was right. Mac was too young for Frankie. Mac decided to find a girl his age instead of Frankie. Mr. Herriman gave Frankie a letter. It read: "Dear everyone,

My happiness has been taken away from me, I feel like no-one wants to know me anymore and thinks I am a arrogant dork, anyway I would have to make your lives miserable anymore, as I will not as a life to live when you read this note. Frankie, you was right. I am too young to date you. That means I am finding a girl my age. I am leaving Foster's replacing myself with Goo means I am no longer talking or visiting with you. That also means I am breaking up with you. Goodbye, Frankie. I will never see you again for the rest of my life.

Love Mac"

Mr. Herriman: Pah! It's your own fault! You should have been keeping a better lookout. I've no patience.

Frankie, hurt by Mr. Herriman's rudeness forgot his good resolution and talked to Bloo, Eduardo, Wilt, and CoCo for the rest of the evening. Frankie didn't see Mac the next month either, or the next, or the next.

Narrator: Everyone knew that something had to be done to mend Mac and Frankie's friendship. They all thought long and hard but nobody had any ideas. One evening, Mr. Herriman was talking to Bloo.

Mr. Herriman: I say Master Blooergard What it is a drip? Do you know?

Bloo: A Drip is like rain.

Wilt: Hmmm… It's when rain comes through standing water.

Eduardo: Si. And we imaginary friends haven't time to mend it.

CoCo: Coco.

Mr. Herriman: That's silly. I heard a boy outside call his friend one this afternoon and I'm sure he couldn't have come through roof of Foster's.

Narrator: Frankie was tired of being ignored.

Frankie: That's different! The boy just though his friend was being a coward, or silly, or spoiled sport!

Narrator: Wilt thought about this.

Frankie: So, if… You Stopped me from doing something nice, would you be a drip?!

Mr. Herriman: You're the drip Ms. Frances! Now go to sleep like a sensible human animal and stop talking nonsense!

Frankie was offended and instead of going to sleep he was even more determined than usual to put things right since Mac had already trashed her heart. Bloo, Wilt, Eduardo, CoCo, Madame Foster, and Mr. Herriman were happy that Mac left Foster's to never return and be their friend, not miss them, and never like them. I really hope Mac's never coming back to Foster's anymore. Don't you?

The End.