The TSB fanfic 🐻‍❄️🌊🔪🌲 (Cole x Peter)

Keith- Part 2

[⚠️Trigger Warning: gonna be sad. Depression, bad thoughts]

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Keith's pov
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Being in a new town, new house, new room, everything felt so stale and cold. Like this wasn't my room. None of it was mine.

My parents had forced me to move. All because of their stupid jobs. Now I'm in a new place, over an hour away from our old place.

It's not like I loved the place we used to live, or even liked school. I just- at least it was good for awhile. Until I ruined it.

But it's easier to lose someone you hate.
I just wish I could've explained that to Spencer.

His number is still in my phone. But there's never a response.

I miss those good morning texts he'd send, brightening my day. Or the good night texts, helping me sleep well.

Now I either barely sleep or I'm passed out for half the day.

I miss him.

And I'll never see him again.

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At least I get a break from school for awhile. And my parents are to busy working to notice me or control me.

Because they're gone constantly, I had to learn how to cook. And if I didn't do chores then they'd notice.
So as long as I did a few things, I could get by without being noticed.

Honestly... I prefer it that way.
I just survived each day.

When I wanted to get away, I'd go down to the skatepark. But only went to once or twice. I just didn't care about it anymore. It was just an excuse to get out of the house.

I didn't know anyone here. I have no friends. But it didn't matter anymore, since the weather got in the way. Constantly raining.

Where did the sun go?

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So instead I had to finds way to entertain myself. Watching movies, playing video games, but mostly just sitting in my room. Staring off at nothing. Zoning out.

I started to daydream, using it to escape.
It's not like I'm that creative or anything, never was. But I ended up finding this book.
There was this one character I liked.

He's kinda cool. Reading about him helped to distract me. But then the book ended. So I started to think of my own scenarios.

As if he was real. As if he was here. Like having a friend with me.

Kind of like an imaginary friend I guess?

No one knows I do it and people might think it's weird. But- it's the only thing that makes me happy now. Maybe I'm depressed...

Leaning back on my bed, eyes closed as I thought of him.

His name is Sam. He's got brown hair and green eyes.
Even though it's just a character in a book, I like him. And I imagine him- like, kind of cute.

But he's basically the only friend I have. He kinda reminds me of someone.

It's not like someone like him exist. It's not like I'd ever have a chance.
Since I already ruined it.