Cyber ~ 5sos

t w e n t y s e v e n

Ecstacyrush POV

You know when you drink something and misinterpret how hot it really is, then you have to endure the burning sensation roll throughout your body, consuming you inside out. Youre completely powerless and you're forced to wait out the pain, well thats how I feel.

Except the end of this pain is inevitably non existent . Im stuck in a constant loop of a wrenching pain deep down, eating me alive, and slowly carving away at my soul.

The distance doesnt stop or weaken the pain at all, I tried distancing myself from her but it doesn't work. Nothing does.

I end up constantly contemplating everything I do, everything used to be a simple decision in my mind but now I'm not even sure my mind is capable of making decisions. Instead all I'm doing is thinking about dark things a normal teenager shouldn't have to experience.

Most people sit in class thinking about how long it is until lunch, or whether the boy or girl they like likes them back, but me? There's one thing I think about, and never do I not think about it.

Death.

It's not like it's hard to achieve, I could end it right here right now if I wanted to but the sad reality is that I'm scared.

This whole time I've been scared.

I caused Isabella so much pain.

I caused the boys so much pain. Boy, did I cause them pain. But I suppose in that sense, we all caused each other pain. That ass hole started all this, we thought we ended it, but it was only the beginning. And now we were living our whole lives as a lie. If only everyone knew the truth.

Third Person POV

*2 years earlier"

'It just makes me so fucking sick-' Ashton begins, pinching either side of the bridge of his nose. '-to know that this whole time Louis had been using us like that'

The boys were all around Calum's dining table, slumped opposite each other, full with rage.

'I gave him all the money in my wallet' Michael grits, his fists becoming white due to how much he was clenching them.

'I gave him my college funds' Luke explain, sarcastically laughing. 'My god, I thought he really did need the money'

'And all this time he was just using it to fund for his crack head obsession.' Calum finishes. He abruptly stands up and slams his hands on the table. He pulls at his hair roughly, trying to relieve some of the anger he had accompanied, but nothing was working. But they all knew what would work.

But it just so happened what they were all thinking of was way out their league of capabilities.

Silence grew in the room as they all sat distressed, wondering what the hell they could do. Seconds turned to minutes and still nothing was said.

'That dick needs to pay' Michael grits, standing up. The boys all look at him, nobody would have dared to say it, but now someone had it seemed official. They needed to do something.

'He wants to buy the drugs, the dealers sell the drugs, live off the profit to continue the business But what if there is no money to continue the business with.' Ashton speaks up, looking up darkly.

'What are you saying?' Luke asks.

Silence washes through the room as they all sit there, Michael tapping his finger on the table repeatedly, Calum stood, staring off into space, Luke flickering between the boys and Ashton clenching his jaw, looking up at Calum.