Byler OneShots

Watch Me Bleed

Sorry for not updating y'all for a while but I will try to keep updating it's just that I've lost many ideas and barely have any motivation but I will try 😃👍

Wills pov.
-------

It has been 2 days after the war.
I can still hear their screams.
Crying for help..!
Screaming in pain.!
Bleeding till they're empty!

I am traumatized.

This stupid war has turned me into a different person.

A person I never knew existed in me.

I woke up from another nightmare and checked the clock again.

2.27am.

Shit.

I have had nightmares at least 10 times this night!

Thank fully the end is near and my boyfriend will never see the end of this. He's sort of stuck here...

Yes, me and my childhood crush, Mike Wheeler, got together 8 months before war.

I remember seeing him bleeding on the ground!

I just stared. I watched him bleed to death without knowing or doing anything but scream his name, cry and try to stop the bleeding.

But nothing worked.

He cried my name, he cried for help, he yelled, he tried to stay alive, he did his best.

But he didn't make it.

His blood on my hands, face, legs, arms, EVERYWHERE!

I was shaking horribly!

Nobody came to help us, mainly him!
Just because they know that he is bisexual, they DIDN'T help him!

When I ran and searched for help everybody was scared of me and called me and my dead boyfriend a faggot, a mistake, disgusting homo and more insults.

Why are people so sensitive?

Why are people this way?

Why can't everyone just ignore us and continue with their life?

We aren't disgusting.
But they are for thinking this way about us!

I felt anger rising in me again.
My blood boiling inside.
Fire in my eyes.
Hatred writen all across my body.

"Fuck you." I mumbled to myself. Tears welling up in my eyes.

I have no one to talk to and get some love and support from.

I mean Max is nice but I know that something's are just too personal for me too tell her but with Mike it was the opposite. I could tell him anything! Even the most embarrassing stories!

I love him.

But he's gone.
And so is my happiness.

I am currently laying on the cold ground since everything got destroyed and stared at the sky.

The clouds covering the sun but still managing to shine through them making it look quite nice.

"I hope he's in a better place now..." I thought to myself as I felt little rain drops fall on my empty body.

I stood up and walked to our favorite place.

I stood Infront of it and stared at it. The place where'd we sit, laugh, sleep sometimes and talk for HOURS.

My tears started falling again as I fell to my knees and cried.

I layed on the ground crying hysterically.

"WHY? WHY HIMM?!" I cried out loudly.

My heart beating fast and my thoughts racing.

I was lost.

I slowly calmed down and now was sobbing.

Maybe it was meant to be this way.?
Maybe the people we're right?

Gays don't live in harmony!

What a bullsh*t!

We don't deserve rights, we don't deserve anything!

Maybe that's why my boyfriend had to suffer! That's probably why I never was happy!

I hate myself!

I looked around and saw a long piece of rope and some rocks.

I pondered and had an amazing idea!

Because Mike can't join me on earth I'll just join him in heaven!

I placed the rocks on one another making sure I can kick them away.

I tried the rope on a thick and strong branch and made a hole on the other end of the rope.

I tied the rope around my nek on the rocks staring down.

"3..2..1.."

_____

Cliffhangerrrrrr

Alright sorry for not posting for a while!

I've been busy with school but now I have short days so I have time to make stories!

However I am trying not to write to many stories because I've written too many and I know that the more stories it has the more annoyed the reader who just started would get.

So I will try to maybe every 1 or 2 weeks but don't worry!

I will not quit!

Love ya ❤️😘