(AN: okay so I'm doing angst in this one so yeah)
WARNINGS: SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION
FINNEYS POV: As I was laying in my bed thinking about him... Robin my best friend,my crush even! Is just gone... Like that. He was killed by the grabber.
God... I miss him his face,his personality,and his smile his smile could light up a room his smile was amazing. But now he's gone... Gone forever. I'm sorry robin. I can't do this anymore.
I walked to my closet. "I have a rope in there." I think. (AN: okay just pretend okay? I know no one has a rope in their closet but pretend it's norma.) I tie the rope to rack. I put my head though the hole. I start feeling tired and then everything goes black.
(AN: IM CRYING ON HOW BAD THIS IS)
