forgottenn

bonus

(i just can't put this book away)

he tightened his grip on the railing, this place looked so much better in the day time. he never got to recognize how blessed he was.

he didnt realize how many loved him, how many thought he was such a great, and trusting person.

how many people he took for granted and possessed over, ruining lives and relationships. he never once helped anyone but himself.

he now realizes how many things he wishes to go back on, home many things he wish he could change.

all the lives he took, letting his insanity take over him. letting his mother and father down. letting the one he loved down. letting his friends down.

his new and improved self made him happy, but his past self was filled with regret. he wish he could be born again and know the right thing to do.

a tear fell from his eyes.

"goodbye george."

"im extremely sorry for everything ive done to you. for taking your son away, your friends, and ruining your life in general. i wish i could've been a better friend to you, and accepted the fact that i was too late. we were both really stupid for taking away things we loved from one another, but i accept you. please give me another chance and accept me back."

he said goodbyes, and apologized to every life he took. really meaning each and every one. he wanted to make things right, and he felt this was the only way.

"goodbye sapnap."

"we all knew what you were going through, someone should've came to stay. you were never alone. we would've been good friends. im taking good care of patches, i know you loved her so much. i hope this is what you wanted."

he exhaled, inviting all the fresh and clean air in his lungs. he felt good letting all he needed to say out and admitting to things hes done.

he stood there for a few minutes, promising to everyone that he would be a better person. that he would try to be the one people loved again. to be everyones friend, to be the better version of fundy.

he felt an extremely sharp pain in his back abdomen.
he screamed, he felt the blood trail down his lower back and to his legs. he shook in horror until he felt a hand on his waist and a warm breath against his ear.

"i want my cat back."

and the hand around his waist got tighter as the knife was pushed deeper, and he saw the sharp tip stick out the front of his stomach. his fingers curled and he screamed again, the unwanted pain got worse again as the knife was pulled out.

he fell to the ground, hyperventilating, trying to regain his strength to talk. trying to get back up on his feet.

he felt a kick in his hip, and groaned. his hair was pulled, forcing his head up.

"your a bitch."

the knife was plunged back into his chest.

"my bitch."

'You'll be my bitch soon.'