Travis's pov.
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I go to Sal's bathroom, as he's over at Phillips place.
I dig through my pocket, grabbing my razor, locking the door. I roll my sleeve up, looking at the scars that litter my arm.
"Shit-", I wince as I slit my wrist.
*knockknock*
I shove the razor back, shoving the sleeve of sal's hoodie down.
I open the door.
"Hey, Travis, where's Sal?", Henry asks.
"At Phillips house. Their studying, I think.", I tell him.
"Ohhh, okay.", He says, walking back to his room.
I sigh.
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Sal's pov
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Phillip guides me to his room and shuts his door, and I collapse onto his bed, which makes him laugh, due to my height.
"What do you need help with, Phil?", I ask, as he lays next to me.
"I think I like someone, but they're dating someone.", He says, his cheeks a little red.
"oOoOoh!", I giggle.
"Who is it?", I ask.
"It's uhm..", he begins to say, blushing.
"It's you...Sal.", He says, tears forming in his eyes.
"W-who?", I ask, still not able to comprehend what he said.
"YOU! OKAY?! JEEBZ!", He says, crying.
"AND I HATE THAT I DO, BUT I CAN'T FUCKIN HELP IT. UGH I HATE MYSELF!", Phillip shouts.
"I-", I try to say, but he then shouts, "LEAVE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE!", I leave.
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Phillip's pov
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I watch Sal leave. I grab the gun from my dad's room, and...
(SUICIDE ATTEMPT RIGHT HERE!! IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFY, OR IF ITS A TRIIGGGEEER, SKIP PLEASE!!)
I put the gun to my head, and pull the trigger.
There's a split second before it shoots, that I regret what i just did.
I try to take it away, but it hits my hand, and I yelp in pain.
"WHAT'S WRONG SON?!", Father asks, running in.
His face goes white when he sees the gun in my hand.
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Travis's pov.
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As I fall onto Sal's bed, I hear him run to me, and he jumps on me.
"OOMPH-", I groan.
"I'm not THAT heavy!!", He laughs out.
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tbc f u c k e r s
