stereotype - matt sturniolo

❥ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ

𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑶𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬
(ง'̀-'́)ง

"Shhh!" Violet laughs slightly as she loses her balance slowly by laughing.

"You shh!" Matt responds, closing the front door behind him.

Things got a little out of hand.

They were supposed to go bowling from 3pm to 5pm, but they ended up talking in the park until 2am, and it's now 3am.

They're both exhausted, but it was just too fun.

Eventually they decided they could continue talking in the comfort of their own bed, so that's the only reason they're home right now.

"Shut up!" Violet whisper-shouts, nudging Matt before quickly running off and disappearing into Matt's bathroom.

(damn...was gonna make this fun and all, make em kiss...but I just can't help it. I need some depression and comfort right now, and I just got a good idea)

The lock from the bathroom clicks shut as Violet still laughs. Matt's bathroom is connected to his bedroom so nobody could hear them right now, which was for the better because they were louder than they thought.

"Open the door." Matt laughs, banging on the bathroom door. Violet giggles from the other side before her giggling stops and she just catches for the breath she's been missing from laughing.

"Opennenoor." Matt mimicks the meme which makes Violet laugh harder.

Until everything went silent.

"What's up? You fell asleep in there or something?" Matt chuckles, confused why the other side of the bathroom is so silent.

After a couple of minutes, there was another sound except paper ruffling.

"Matt..." NOT EVEN AUDIBLE. Matt didn't even fully hear it. It sounded like a sigh to him, until he understood what she said.

"Yeah? Viola what's wrong?" Matt's laughter stops immediately and gets replaced with worry.

"W-why?" Violet asks before some moving paper was sounded.

Oh no.

Shit shit shit.

"Let me in, Violet. Please." Matt practically begs, having an idea of what she found, but not totally losing hope.

*Violets POV*

I rushed into Matt's bathroom and lock the door quickly. I caught my breath as Matt banged on the door, making me chuckle lightly.

I looked around to find something I might scare Matt with, like spray him with water or whatever, until my eye lands on a little glimpse of white.

I open a cabinet and a folded up paper dangles down and falls onto the ground.

I bend down to pick it up and examine it.

It was an A4 paper, folded about three or four times.

It was covered in blood. On the edges of the paper, in the middle of the paper, it was almost everywhere. It was barely white anymore.