Colby's POV
Should I even be mad at him? He was telling the truth about everything, I'm selfish and so unbelievable dumb
I mean it's my fault. It's all my fault. I cut, I don't eat, I am the reason that no one can have fun. I take away all the joy in things
But on the other hand he didn't have to be so mean, it's not my fault I have cancer. I don't know if that was the reason I passed out, maybe it was because of the other 'thing'.
I stand up slowly not wanting to hit my head again, and as I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror I see a bruise starting to form in the left side of my face with a small cut in the middle of it.
I grab a towel making it a bit wet before pressing it onto the wound, it's not a pleasant feeling but I have to clean it up.
Whilst I'm cleaning it I notice I'm still in my slightly wet shorts and no t-shirts or anything on top
I am happy of the sight of my bones slightly starting to stick out, I can almost see my ribs and my shoulders.
I walk back out of the bathroom and up to my bag, I grab an oversized hoodie and some basketball shorts
I climb back into bed after I had closed the curtains and fell into a calming sleep
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I'm so sorry for the not posting and this short chapter it's just my mental health is in my opinion more important but I'm doing better now so the next chapter will be long.
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I'll live
FanfictionColby has been struggling. Not only with his mental health but also his physical health. Him and Sam have been friends for years but tragedy makes them more. Tw's Sh Ed SA Drinking Drugs Depression Suicide attempt Panic attacks
