𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙨 |𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤|

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Chris laid in bed, just laid there. Staring at the ceiling. His room was falling apart.
The paint was coming off of the wall, there was holes from previous days where Chris had been so frustrated he punched straight through the wall.

There were spots on the floor.
Dried up blood from previous days that Chris had cut himself. He was so exhausted, but he didn't want to tell anyone. Well- he tried telling a lot of people. But nobody payed any attention to him.

Every night Chris laid in bed, and cried. He cried so hard his pillows were stained permanently. After so many washes, the tears just never came out.

Chris talked to Ally today, not much. But they talked. The only sort of happiness in Chris's life was from a girl thousands of miles away, that didn't feel the same way. At least that's what Chris thought.

Whenever Chris smiled, ally smiled.
Whenever chris laughed, ally blushed.
Whenever ally smiled, chris did the same.
Whenever ally laughed, chris couldn't help from getting butterflies.

Ally knew she liked Chris, she was even going to tell him today. But then she stopped. And she thought. And she cursed at herself for it. Ally remembered how her father would always yell at her when she was younger, about how if ally were to ever disappoint him. to fall in love and forget about everything he taught her growing up. She wouldn't be welcome as her fathers daughter. So Ally deleted the message to the boy, and carried on with her day.