2:33AM fuck
hey guys. imma give this a shot. but these next few chapters are going to be very very very very very very triggering. so if you're easily triggerd, please ingnore the notifications when i update. proceed with caution.
how to save a life- the fray and im so sorry- imagine dragons ( hate on them and i will fuck you up. nah jk ily you guys)
this isn't edited so no uppercase or anything; horrible spelling ahead. sorry in advance
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he wrote a series of poems, carefully placed in places he knew they were bound to check. he sat down on the floor in the attic, reading over it, making sure it had no mistakes.
hushabye baby you're almost dead
you don't have a pulse and your pillow is stained red
your family hates you
your friends let you bleed
sleep tight with a knife
its all you'll never need
he knew it was perfect. he headed back downstairs to take care of himself. no one was home, which was the easiest time to do it. he had been contemplating this for awhile- awhile being 4 years, but he never acted on it. he always knew that this would happen, and he had planned to do it alone, not when everyone was home. if they were home and they found him, they would keep him alive, and he would be tortured everyday.
he sat in the hidden closet that was in his room. he stood on the chair, and put the noose on. he heard the front door open. he had to hurry.
one
im so sorry
two
where did i go wrong?
three
*thud*
everyone raced towards the noise, having heard the tud, and finding most of the poems. his brother was the first to find the closet. he opened the door. but he was to late.
congratulations society; he is dead.
A/N; ill try and update tomorrow i guess. its hard writing with a headache fuck why did i do this. oh well. i also need a new cover; must have phan and jaspar on it. thanks guys, until next time brochachos; stay classy, be sassy, dont you change for anyone. word count; 366
