No one cares about his feelings. They never did. They blame everything on one person and that person is so polite that he'll take the fault for anything and everything. Even when it's utterly ridiculous to think he would ever do it. They say they care and he's their "bESt FriEnD" when he really knows it's a lie. "You shouldn't act different for someone else." They'll say that to his actual best friend and he'll sit there thinking. Just thinking. "I have different lives for all of you. I tell different lies. To all of you. I act different. Around all of you. Non of you know my real self." When he doesn't even know who he is himself. No wonder you all don't know who nor what he is. He doesn't even know himself.
He hears whispers in the dark. He never really was paranoid until.. Well, it was always in the back of his mind. He just chose to ignore it, not listen to it. He had blocked it out, till now. He gave in. Began listening. Stopped fighting back. Stopped resisting. "She talks behind your back. They never really cared for you. He hates your guts. They don't love you. Every kiss is a lie." He listened. Hung onto every word that was whispered. He began to block himself off from the world. He ignored her, him, and them. She wanted him. He needed him. They couldn't live without him. He was paranoid. He was paranoid that everyone would leave him. He believed he would die... ÄL..ØÑ..Ë
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FanfictionIf everything comes crashing down I pray that you'll still be around I'll sing to you to mask the sound Of missiles breaking up the ground And I could get through World War III As long as you were there with me Nowhere else I'd rather be When the wo...
