Trigger warnings: everything
"I dont care if i have to sell my soul we are getting him back."
"Techno.. Hes gone, you have to accept that hes not coming back" phil looked at me, eyes so full of hurt its overwhelming even for me.
"No we can get him back i know we can-"
"Techno hes GONE." I know im all 'tough' and stuff but hearing him yell those words made me flinch.
"Whatever, im going to the bathroom" i mutter as i head to the men's room. Once i make it into a stall i feel a tear slip down my cheek as I start to softly cry.
He was so young.. So happy, or thats what I thought. God why did I never notice I could've SAVED HIM. Instead I let it brush over my head like it was nothing and let him fucking die.
I punched the wall, the sharp stinging of my flesh hitting the bricks continuing as i punch it more, over and over, until I notice im bleeding.
Oh shit what the hell was I thinking? I'm not going to fall back into my unhealthy coping mechanisms.. That's what got
Tommy killed, in not letting it kill me.
I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom, seeing Phil and walking up to him. The car ride back is silent as we grieve our loss.
-time skip 2 weeks later-
We told everyone who was close to tommy after asking them to head over. Nobody took it too well, but to be fair one of our friends just commuted suicide.
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FanfictionDiscontinued!! Oh hey, you made it to my first (and only sorta complete) book on here! Well, if youre down to read go for it! But first, Tws for ×S/h +Suicide ×Panic/Anxiety Attacks +Intrusive Thoughts ×And More Other than that, sit back, relax, and...
