TW- Suicide, depression
Mark's POV-
Tears rolled down my face as I hung up on him. What did I just do? What? I don't know why I reacted like I did. Immediately feeling bad about it, I try to call him multiple times. They all have no answer.
'Aaron, please...'
Yami's POV-
I stared blankly at the walls. A wave of depression, loneliness, and just sadness swept over me again. I looked at the crimson stained blade by my computer monitor, before I slowly grab it and stare at it, a slight smile on my face.
'They never loved me. He never loved me. What's my use on this world? Nobody is going to care. I'm sorry...
I'm sorry, Mark.'
I place the knife down and reach for my phone, texting a message to Mark before I'm gone. Even before it went through, I set it down and had the knife in my hand. Taking a final breath as I cried, the knife was inside me.
Everything faded, and the last thing I heard was a 'swoosh' coming from my phone.
The message had been sent.
A/N: Short? Yeah, I know. BUT I FELT BAD FOR NOT UPDATING SO HERE IT IIIS~ might be more tomorrow.
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I'm not sorry for anything. *walks away*
~EpicSorceress
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Broken Together- Markimash
Fanfiction"I hate you." One. "Go away." Two. "I never loved you." Three. "Get out of my life." Four. Four different responses. Four different texts... All the same pain.
