~BLOODEATER~

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TW:$uic!de implications, drug abuse, depression, sort of reality check? , self harm.

Occasionally, oliver will be sitting in the void that is Alice's room. Not with alice there, just to be there. Because he likes it. And sometimes, he would fall asleep. And due to the odd atmosphere in Alice's room, he has odd dreams... Well, at least... They feel like dreams. But everything is too real.. to real for olivers own good.

Oliver feels like an ant in a large ocean, chugging down bottles upon bottles of pills.  He lays on his back, spread out like a star, staring at the pretty spirals on the ceiling.

He turns over and looks at his phone on the ground beside him, messages from friends.

"Wanna hang?"

"Kys"

"Lets smoke"

"Oliver where r u?"

They said, he stared and left his phone on, flipping it over so he couldnt see the screen.

He buried his face in the pillow on the ground infront of him and groaned, nauseous and regretting his decisions today.

Everything he tries to do adds to the pain he's in.

"Why do i do these things"

He grumbles to himself.

"Im never gonna grow up, am i?" He laughed to himself.

NOTE FROM AUTHOR: sorry this is short and doesnt make sense. Its an old draft i havent posted yet, and dont have the motivation to finish, but thought i may as well send it out to give you guys something while i work on my other story. Sorry for the delay and lack of pages! -Niko

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