At last.

I contacted an ex-classmate of mine and told me he was playing with something (he can't recall what it is) with his friends, and accidentally killed himself. He was just 14-years-old. I also contacted her mother (started by telling her I knew her son and that I was sorry for her loss). She implied to me that Michael really did die the way my ex-classmate said he died.
She also mentioned me the names of the friends who were there, and turns out one of them is someone I knew too, the cousin of the only true friend I had back on U.S.A who spoke Spanish.

I want to pay my respects to his grave, and maybe chat with his family. His mother's pretty cool.