Edited at 3:53AM. Night guys.
bruh this is triggering; like, people from the hood dont have this many triggers in their house. no joke. pls dont read this if you are easily triggered bc i dont want anything to happen to you bc ily
and yeah
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sad song by we the kings and check yes juliet by we the kings. both wtk; my dream band jfc
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he ran as fast as his legs would allow him. he was running for a good 10 minutes now, and surely school had let out by now. dan had been running away from the group of jocks that usually beat him up day after day.
it always happened at the worst time. this time, he was talking to a teacher, until basically the head jock came up and ran into him. he played it off as an accident, just like all the other times when he was caught by the teachers. and of course the teacher bought it, the head jock was accepted everywhere in school. only because his parents donate alot of money to the school, he is treated like a fucking king. sickens dan really.
dan fell to the ground as the bruises and cuts getting to him. they caught up to him, and it toook them awhile, seeing how dan is on the track team. the head jock, jack, smirked at him and walked to dan.
"look what we have here boys," he sneered. "we got fresh meat." fucking cannibals, he thought to himself. apparently he had said that out loud. jack immmediately kicked him in the face, effiecntly knocking out a tooth. he then proceeded to get kicked in the stomach for about 20 minutes until he was picked up and pushed against the wall.
"its not very fun to get beat up every day, now is it daniel?" he snarled. dan shook his head. he was surprinsgly put down on the ground gently. he looked up in fear.
jack took a step back before lighting a cigarrette and stepping back up to dan. he puffed the smoke into dans face. "well, then it just might be best to kill yourself then," dan froze. he had always beem told by pretty much everyone to go kill himself. he always thinks to himself; oh, dont you see that im trying?
"it just seems natural," he said. "i mean no one likes you. your parents are gone. you have no friends. no one loves you. what do you have to live for? oh yeah, nothing." he took his cigarrette, and put on dans arm, where there was a bruise from yesterdays beating.
"we'll give you easy day today. isnt that right boys?" they grunted in affirmation. they walked off, a trail of smoke following behind each of the boys.
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dan walked into the dumpster of a place he calls a home. consists of bottles, couple of blades, and two chairs.
its not much, but its home to him; and possibly his deathplace. he slid down the wall, tears streaming down his face, drinking whatever is left of the jack daniels whiskey and tequila mixture. he was done.
done with life. done with being lied too, cheated on, tired of being hurt basically. he jumped up, and grabbing a pen and paper. he then continued to write his death note. no doubt he'll be here for few days, he'll be partly decomposed by then; it only takes two hours for the human body to decay.
dan always knew the way he was going to go. he was going to cut his vein- as many times as it took.
he stood there in the bathroom, looking at his scared and scabbed arms. he only made way to add more. he looked at himself in the small bathroom; hadnt showered in weeks, and dark bags under his eyes. he scoffed at the tiny voice that was telling him to live, that he has a purpose to live. the demon inside of him won of course.
one cut.
im not sorry
two cuts.
should i?
three cuts.
i shouldnt be.
four.
no one likes you.
come on now darling, whats one one more?
he made three more, this time on his vein.
five cuts.
dizziness.
six cuts.
fading out to the blackness.
seven cuts.
eyes slowly shutting.
eight.
falling down, blood pouring out.
oh, what a mess this'll create.
A/N; im totally not sorry. im getting there guys. i love each and every one of you. thank for all of the reads, and votes, and comments. ilysm. yesterday was national best friend day. so #happybelatednationalbestfriendsday; and im tagging you guys. go spread some belated happiness (:. tomorrows update will late; i have an appointment with le therapist (wish me luck kms). i swear that the updating schedule will go as planned in TWO WEEKS. i got too many things riding on my plate rn. its just gonna have to wait. i update on this bc its easy for me to write oneshots like this. okay long an. until next tim brochachos; stay classy, be sassy, dont you change for anyone. word count; 855
