Bittersweet - A Matthew Sturniolo Fan-fiction

15 - aftermath

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27 unread messages

imessage

7 unread messages

nick 🎧
tilly whered u go last night
tilly?
hey u okay?
matt just came back and was quiet
he said he dropped u home
tilly what's up?
text me when u can 🤍
read at 10:35am

5 unread messages

chris 🙊
YOO TILLY THEY PLAYIN OUR SONG RN WYA
tilly where tf r u rn dawg
AYO tilldog wya? lmk
hey tilly u lowk scarin me
matt said he dropped u home
everything good w u?
read at 10:36am

6 unread messages

madi ❤️‍🔥
tillyyyy
girl pls don't tell me ur throwin up in the bathroom again 😭
hey tilly u ok up there?
matts going to look for u
hey girl text me when u see this
hope ur ok <33
read at 10:37am

9 unread messages

matt 🕷️
u sure ur alr?
u were quiet when I dropped u off
i just wanna make sure ur ok tilly
yk nick and chris r worried ofc
god dammit tilly reply ffs
i just knocked on ur front door and there was no answer
r u ok?
tilly pls talk to us
talk to me
read at 10:38am

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Placing my phone back down on my bedside table, I sat up and reached for the glass of water and ibuprofen that had appeared beside my bed since last night.

I hadn't slept, the constant drain of his words on repeat in my head.

Your mine.

I didn't know how to respond to my friend's concerned messages. Did I lie and tell them I was fine or did I confide in them?

The first option was easiest, but I couldn't quite stomach lying to my best friends like that. So choosing to ignore their messages, I dragged myself out of bed and headed towards my bathroom.

Running a hot bath, I slowly sank in, tipping my head back and releasing a long breath of air. As I let out another long breath, I dipped underneath the water until I was fully submerged.

Silence.

All the thoughts in my head suddenly drew to a stop, the sound of the cars on the road outside halted and all that was left was the steady beating of my heart as I lay still in the hot water.

Just as I was running out of air, I pulled myself back up and reached for the soap, beginning to wash myself.

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3 days later

I had been wallowing in my depressive pit of a bedroom for 3 days when I heard yet another loud knock on the door.

Over the past few days, I had received concerned texts from Nick, Chris, Madi and even Matt. Especially Matt. But they had all been left on read.