School bus graveyard one shots

Tears like poison - Aiden

+Angst

 Requested by-Obsessed_fan

Feeling guilt sucks.

It's like having a massive weight slam you to the ground and not let you back up.

And it's especially worse when nobody notices you feel guilty.

It's kinda something you need to suffer with on your own.

Because the people around you sure as hell won't.

Aiden's P.O.V

I love my friends, I really do.

But if I'm honest?

It sucks being around them.

It's a constant reminder of what I caused, what I did to bring this group here.

Every time we get together I can feel the pit I'm my stomach get heavier.

I just wanted friends, I didn't know we'd be forced to fight for our lives every night.

The physical thought of them hating be because of it makes everything—so—so much worse.

I've put my feelings in a box and tried to forget about them, but you could never really forget something so drastic. And the night—the night when Ashlyn's pointed out how I never respected anybody's boundaries, or how it was completely my fault for her even going to Savanna,

when we woke up I cried.

And it's even more selfish that I didn't cry for almost losing her, I cried because it was my fault she almost died. It was my fault for everything bad that happened in the phantom dimension because I'm the root of that problem.

I've slowly started to drop my 'crazy' act around them.

It's getting to tiring to keep it up anymore. They've started to notice as well. They think I don't see them giving each other cautious glances whenever I'm around.

That's another thing. Everybody in this group sucks at communicating. Maybe it's a natural thing for kids—but it would really help if we could talk to each other instead of arguing and whining all the time.

I let an exasperated sigh rip itself from me and I drop my head to my hands. The desk was getting annoying and uncomfortable from supporting my elbows for so long, but I get to restless when thinking about shit like this in bed.

My eyes burn even more than they did a couple of minutes ago, and my breathes begin to stutter.

I hate that I have to do this, I hate that I need to imagine how perfect we could be if every mistake we made would vanish into thin air. I hate that I think I can just fix everything.

I hate myself And how I can't control my emotions.

I hate being here.

I don't want to do it anymore.

I don't want to keep dragging on a life that was supposed to end ages ago.

I physically can't put up with this anymore.

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Writers block is crushing me rn babes 

Sorry if this one isn't as well thought out as the other

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