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straubee

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-=+=- straub -=+=-

I sat alone in my room, slowly breaking apart. Normally at these times I'd go to bee, but I can't keep bothering her like this. She's so frail and is already dealing with her own shit. I can't keep weighing her down with my stuff too. Nobody wants to hurt the person they love.

I shake, trying to keep the bad thoughts at bay. I tweet out how I was feeling depressed and slightly suicidal. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes you want to release your bad thoughts out. Want to see people care, people worry about you. As an hour passes by, none of my friends tried to contact me. They didn't worry at all. I expected texts from my friends of them worrying crazily, but instead I get silence. Nothing. Tears welled up in my eyes, as my heart shattered to pieces. I really am this useless, huh? Nobody would care if I just disappeared. My lips quivered, curling myself up into a ball whimpering. I clutch my head, tugging at my hair, sobbing weakly. I rock back and forth, trying and failing to keep it together. Now, I really want to die.

I glance at my closet, that held my razor, oh so badly wanting to cut. I shook my head, heading over to my kitchen. I grabbed the last beer. Opening it, i took a sip. The bitter liquid burned my throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. It never was. I went back to my room, locking the door. I bit my lip, glancing at the beverage in my hand, before chugging it all. I gasped, choking and sputtering. My mind slowly buzzed, quieting my thoughts. All I felt was a dull sadness. I really can't keep doing this anymore. I try and try and try, but it's never enough! I sluggishly drag my feet over to my closet,taking out my razor.

I twirled it in my fingers, thinking. I remember how sharpeners were used to actually sharpen pencils. Now, it's just a way to get a weapon. I brought the cold blade to my wrist, slicing as hard as I can. I went down my arm, cutting and slashing. Eventually, I ran out of room. I looked at it, blood spewing everywhere. Fuck.... I cut pretty deep... I hissed, as the euphoria faded and the pain settled in. It really fucking hurt! I blinked as blotchy colors infiltrated my vision. Looks like I'm gonna die, huh? I sighed, picking up my phone. Tears blurred my vision, as I clicked my contacts. I pressed the one with a little bee emoji, calling her. I waited and waited, until the rings stopped and I heard her sweet voice drift into my ear.

"Hello, this is Biancas' voicemail!! Im so sorry I couldn't answer your call. Leave a message and i'll get back to you as soon as possible!!"

I sighed, whimpering. Of course she didn't answer... As I heard the beep, I cleared my voice.

"Hey, I-It's me, Mitchell! Sorry to be calling so late. I just wanted to say I love you. Like in love with you. I'm madly, crazily in love with you, Bianca. And..... And I'm sorry for leaving you." I whispered, sobbing. 

My vision slowly turned black, and I felt incredibly dizzy. I heard a soft click over the phone.

"Hello? Mitch??" It was bee. Then nothing.

Hello lovelies!! I wrote this awhile ago, and forgot to publish it!! so, here you go.