My Imagination

Test of fate

Draft 1: Chapter 1 Vers. 2

Pha's pov:

I was on my lunch break with Beam and Kit when my phone rang.

A smile appeared on my face when i saw who it was.

Beam and kit were smirking knowingly at me.

I just rolled my eyes and ignored them.

"Hey baby." I picked up the call.

He would usually answer immediately with a cheerful voice. So when it was silent for a few seconds i started getting worried.

"Forth? Are you there?" I frowned.

The next thing i heard made me freeze on my spot.

Broken sobs. He was crying!

"Forth? What's wrong? Are you ok?" My worry increased even more.

"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry..... " His voice was coarse and barely audible.

"Where are you?" I got up and started gathering my stuff.

Beam and kit were giving me questioning stares but i didn't care. I was more worried about Forth.

"Pha.... P-please... D-don't leave m-me...." He sobbed.

What's going on with him?

"Baby where are you?" I asked again.

"M-my r-room." He managed to get out.

"Ok wait for me. I'm coming there now." I took my bag after keeping everything inside.

I could hear his soft hum.

I turned to Beam and kit after hanging up.

"Can you cover for me for the rest of the classes?" I asked.

"Did something happen to Forth?" Beam asked worriedly.

"I don't know yet. I'll call you guys later. I need to go now." I said.

They nodded.

I practically ran to my car and drove to the engineering dorms.

Forth what happened to you?

My heart was pounding in my chest.

I've been with him for 3 years but i have never seen him cry like this.

Something really bad must have happened for him to be crying so much.

Forth's pov:

I am sitting on the floor in my room. Books, screws tools, all kinds of things were thrown around.

My mind is a complete mess. My whole world has been turned upside down.

The last 12 hours went by so fast. I couldn't keep up with what had happened. Everything is a blur.

The only thing i can remember clearly is the pain i felt. Both emotional and physical.

I looked around and noticed a cutter on the ground.

He will leave you. He won't want a dirty piece of shit like you. Just kill yourself and do everyone a favour.

These thoughts raced in my mind.

I slowly reached for the cutter and grabbed it.

I stared at it for a while and then looked at my wrist.

I'm dirty. He won't want me anymore. He's going to hate me.

I was about to cut when i heard the door being slammed open.