goodbye || malum

sequel

I've started the sequel a while back but I don't want to upload all of it.

I'm just going to upload the four draft chapters I had for the sequel to end the cliffhanger.

(WARNING: THIS IS REALLY BADLY WRITTEN. A LOT OF IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE.

ALSO TRIGGER WARNING ISH. JUST PLEASE BE CAREFUL.)

[direct continuation]

"how did you find me?" calum's voice quivered

"I was in the forest to clear my mind, then I heard twigs snapping and crying so I followed the noises." he explained.

"does michael know about this? does he know you well, wanted to... leave?"

"no ashton, he wasn't suppose to find out." calum spat.

"I'm taking you to him."

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(this was another chapter but I'll upload it as one)

"I don't want to see him." michael sneered as soon as he saw his ex-boyfriend standing with his best friend.

"why are you being a little bitch? you should be thanking me. I saved your boyfriend from shooting himself." ashton pushes his way past, stepping into the clifford's house.

"d-did you not read the letters I left here like 2 days ago?" a small voice muttered. calum thought that he would've found and read them by now and hopefully would've understood what he was going through.

"what letters? the ones that were on the porch?" he scoffed when the suicidal boy nodded.

"I didn't want to read them. bet they're full of shit anyway." calum winced at michael's choice of words.

"please. let's just sit down and read them, they explain everything, I promise. even why I ignored you guys." calum pleaded. he didn't want the love of his life hating him and think that he's a liar.

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while ashton and michael read the letters, calum sat fiddling with his thumbs awkwardly but kept his eyes on both boys' reactions.

20 painful minutes passed and both ashton and michael were in tears when they finished the letters.

"i-i'm so s-sorry!" michael felt like a dick, he knew he should've got close to calum a lot earlier. he just knew. but he didn't do that, he was too much of a pussy.

"you don't deserve this. you don't deserve this. you don't fucking deserve this!" michael whimpered, clutching onto the back of calum's shirt whilst kissing his neck.

"I deserve everything." the sad boy muttered, letting a tear slip.

--

"i'm such an idiot for bit noticing it before. fuck. calum, babe, please take me back. i can help you, please!" michael wasn't giving up on calum, he felt so bad for the boy, he felt like it was his fault.

"maybe." the boy sighed.

"please, both of you stop crying! I'm alive!"

"c-can we see them?" ashton sniffed, his eyes darting towards his wrists thinking that's where his scars rest.

"they're not on my wrists, only the ones I did today to kill myself. the rest is on my hips and thighs."

--

calum didn't show the two boys the scars on his thighs, just the ones on his wrist.

"what a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist." michael sang as he kissed up and down the wound. calum's lips twitched into a small smile.

"I promise you, ashton and i will help you get through through this. live with me for a couple of days, please!"