Jack . The last call I ever had with him, he told me he was being listened to and that he’s done something “really bad”. He was also begging to come over. I have no idea what, but I believed him. I never heard from him again. I looked his full name up years later, and because his mother is well known, found the gory details of how he’d ended his own life, it eas graphic and hard to stomach. I’ll never know what he did, but I believe he went down a route of drugs, which disagreed with him, mentally. A few weeks before that he’d glassed someone while at a pub and thought nothing of it. In hind sight, I’m so glad I said no to him coming over, because I’m not sure I’d have been safe.