Can You Keep a Secret

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by salami1man

by salami1man

(TW uhhh drug abuse and suicidal thoughts)

(Gru's perspective)

I never died, quite frankly i was never pregnant, that wasn't me, it was my brother. I swapped places with him because i needed a way out, and so he faked my death for me. Only problem, he actually died. After bakugo left me i started doing heroin, why? because it felt so good to be freed from everything, all the muck that muddled my mind every single day. The thought that maybe, just maybe if i dudes, it would all get better, lucky me, it didn't. I missed my life, the thoughts that blurred my mind became worse and worse and i could never reach out for help because i was "dead". God i wish i was dead. So i turned to heroin as my escape, it was an easy drug to get because well, have you seen me, i'm so unbelievably irresistible. Sooner or later i began living in my dumb studio apartment, a heroin junky and no one to call my own. Pathetic.

When i saw pitbull staring at me my heart jumped back, i was excited but shit, he saw the needle stuck in my left arm. Fucking hell.
"G-Gru.."
shit.
i ripped the needle out of my arm, wincing in pain.
"Oh fuck SHIT FUCK ME!" I crouched over a dumpster and puked.
"Gru!" Pitbull ran towards me, patting my back to comfort me.
"Sorry... fuck i'm sorry.." the tears fell from my eyes and down my chest. I turned and held pitbulls shirt, crying into it. "Gru i-.." Pitbull tried to speak but he stopped to take a moment and stare at me, he was confused of course, for all he knew i was dead. Six feet under. Worm food.
"Shit, i'm sorry this.. you shouldn't have seen this," I turned away from him and started slowly walking put of the alley and hopefully home, that is until Pitbull grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight embrace.
"YOU IDIOT, DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE ALL WERE??" He was sobbing.
"YOU DONT JUST DIE AND SHOW UP WITH A SYRINGE IN YOUR FUCKING ARM YOU- YOU.." More sobs came from him. I had a moment of actualization, he cared. They all cared. i was selfish.
"I'm so glad you're alive..." Pitbull pulled away to look at me.
BANG!
What was that? Why are my hands red? Pitbull? Why is he crouched on the floor? His stomach...
I see a dark figure at the other end of the alley, cat ears and a cat tailed silhouette.

Simon.