𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ━━ Fezco (EDITING)

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❝Gotta get away from you, If all you want is my money.❞

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DRUG ABUSE, BLOOD AND VIOLENCE

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IT'S not looking good for me.

I hate myself so fucking much. I hate the world so Fucking much.

Drugs are my only escape and if I don't have those what do I have?

I'm losing everything.

I haven't got any fight left inside of me, I'm in constant pain, both physically and mentally and I don't think I will ever be okay.

I'm tired and I don't want to try anymore, to be honest, I don't think I have ever tried to begin with.

Do I even have anyone left?

Fuck it.

Imma try everything in my power to not feel anything anymore and if that means that I'll end up alone, so fucking be it.

Antipope Rue is gonna officially hit rock bottom today and you all gonna witness to it.

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O'NEILL APARTMENT:

Whilst I was destroying my house and claiming that I hated the few people I loved, Rory and Ashtray were having a deep conversation about love.

I'm honestly just as surprised as you guys, I didn't know that Ash could feel that emotion, I always thought he was like void Stiles and just had some soft spots for Fez and Rory.

I swear this kid amazes me.

"How do you know if you actually love someone?"

Ashtray and Rory were sitting in his living room, the TV played in the background, Faye was knocked out on the couch and Fezco was currently in his room.

She turned to the boy and shrugged, "I guess you just know."

"Wow those are some great words of wisdom," he exclaimed sarcastically, "let me just write that down."

She threw a cushion at his face, "stop being a dick."

"Then be helpful."

She flipped him off, then started to ponder, "well whenever I see the person I love my heart feels like it's about to blow up." he grimaced.

"Eww."

"I know but it can be very comforting." they both turned to look at the blonde who shuffled in her sleep, the 12-year-old shot her a glare before turning back to his sister. "Stop hating she's not that bad."

"She exists," he blinked innocently, "that's bad enough."

She playfully glared at the boy, "how many people do you love?"