𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝...

Chapter 31

Trigger Warning: Attempted suicide // If any of you are struggling with suicidal thoughts, or just want to rant or talk, feel free to PM me to rant :) 

Trigger Warning begins after '---' 

"I won!" Rosemary leapt from the chair, a smile bright on her face as the Uno cards scattered. Jackson sat opposite her, a pout on his lips. 

"No fair," he said. "You had all those reverse cards and plus fours!" 

She stuck out her tongue, sitting back down again. She collected the cards and shuffled them. "Again?" 

"No, we've played three times already." Jackson leant his chair back as his eyes roamed around the cafeteria, where many people ate and chatted around them. He sat up suddenly. "Hey. Isn't that your kid brother? What's his name, again?" 

"Will?" Rosemary turned in her seat, noticing her brother's curly hair. She smiled a little. "Yeah. That's him." 

"He seems pretty chill." Jackson shrugged. "What's it like having a sibling?" 

"Oh, I don't know," Rosemary said. "I've always had Will in my life, I can't imagine my life without him. We've always gotten along easily, but nowadays...I don't know. He seems to be angry at me sometimes, but other times he talks and makes jokes. It's really confusing." 

Jackson nodded. "He gets angry at you? Why?" 

Rosemary shrugged and glanced at Jackson. "He seems to think being friends with you isn't a good idea," she said. "He doesn't see that you've changed." 

Jackson pursed his lips. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "We don't have to be...this close if it's bothering your relationship with your brother." 

"No!" Rosemary shook her head. "It's okay. He's just being stupid, that's all. He'll get around the idea of us being friends sooner or later." 

She glanced behind her at her brother, who ate his lunch with his friend Kyle. As she was looking at them, she missed the smug smile that passed Jackson's lips. 

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"You tried to tell me, didn't you?" he whispered. "All those times I ignored you, all those times our eyes met, you were trying to tell me. 

"You told me you loved me. Did you think that I loved you? Did you believe in that? Or did you think that I would never love you again?" 

He shook his head. "Who did you actually tell? I don't talk to many people anymore. I'm all alone, surrounded by people. You were...you were amazing. You didn't deserve to die. I did. I do. 

"If you were alive, you would tell me to get those thoughts out of my head. You would tell me that people cared about me, and that you had to die, but I still have a life to live. 

"But that's not true. Everyone mourns you. I'm in the back now, mourning silently. I've been forgotten, like I had forgotten you. 

"Karma's a pain, isn't it?" 

He sat on the bed, playing with the pocketknife in his hands. He sighed and tilted his head back. 

"I love you. And maybe, real soon, I'll see you again." 

He rested the edge of the blade against his wrist, and a pool of red formed. 

Then there was a bang of the door opening, a shout of horror, his name being called, and then...

Silence. 

~ Lyn 

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Okay, that was dark. Um... *fiddles around with the keyboard keys* 

Idk, should I claim this as "mature"? Because this was a once-in-a-time thing, I don't think I'd need more trigger warnings after this one. 

Any theories? I'd love to hear your thoughts!!