trigger warning**
dw: they brought up my fucking dad
dw: they threw fucking food at me, not at anybody else
dw: just me. i'm a fucking disgrace.
bu: babe, i'm sorry i didn't know it would get that far
maxwell my asswell: i can fite them, i may be smol but i will fite them because no body can hurt my father
stevie markowitz: tell us what you need babe.
dw: i just, i could care less if they threw food at me. but i wish that people wouldn't remind me of my father, like it's my fault.. i know, please don't bring it up..
bu: it's not your fault babe. it was that driver's fault.
dw: STOP SAYING IT IS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT
dw: IT IS MY FUCKING FAULT
dw: THIS IS WHY I WANT TO FUCKING DIE
dw: I FUCKING HATE BEING REMINDED OF IT
dw: I HATE PEOPLE PITYING ME
dw: LET ME FUCKING DIE
bu: d, please let me come over
dw: no all of you have done enough damage, my mother said that, so i'm grounded, it's not like it really matters, it won't matter anymore.
bu: what do you mean d, i'm going over
stevie markowitz: dallon don't you dare
maxwell my asswell: dallon i'm going to your house right fucking now.
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"b-brendon, it's m-max"
"what the fuck is happening? is dallon okay?"
"h-he tried to h-hang himself after he cut his arms up pretty b-badly and now he's being rushed to the hospital because he passed out af-after stevie and i got him off of the chair.
"fuck. this is all my fault, i'll be at the hospital in like 10 minutes okay, keep me posted."
"o-okay. bye."
CZYTASZ
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Fanfictionbrendon bit his lip as he awaited for the younger one to pick up. brendon wasn't really one to be nervous, sometimes he was awkward but he wasn't afraid to be awkward, he was proud of being awkward. now, he was jittery and his palms were sweaty as t...
