Wills pov(TW self harm)
I was sobbing feeling the warm water droplets on my face roll down my cheeks, I still couldn't get over the fact about how he treated so many questions ran through my mind.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"Why Is he treating me like this?"
"Why is he acting as if we aren't friends anymore?"
These feelings are too overwhelming.
Absolutely nothing would stop, i mean like it felt like everything was happening at once and like there was complete silence but the silence hurt so much i dont know what to do with it.
3rd person
Not even realizing it wills nails where slowly digging into his skin going deeper and deeper branging hhis nails along his soft skin making marks and red patches of skin. He stood up rummaging through his drawers trying to find a little blade he took off from. A pencil sharpen. Stil looking getting his heavy tears all over his desk. He found the blade. It was under a D&D magazine. He locked his door and sat right infront of it. He slowly placed the blade on his skin, wanting to push the blade in his skin. He did it it was only two little lines of cuts. Going on to make another line before someone lnocked on the door.
"Shit" will thought to himself.
"Hold on" will said out loud
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Letters(byler)
Любовные романы((REWRITING)) this story takes place after eleven leaves to get her powers back and will and Mike get into a heated argument. (TW very little self harm) also a small amount of smut, there will be a warning, it also wont be thay detailed.
