His Hidden Little Secrets

June 16th ADC pt. 3

YAY FOR AN EXTRA WEEKLY CHAPTER! I stayed up super late on a SCHOOL NIGHT to write this just for you guys, so y'all better give some positive feedback ;) jk I love you guys so much<3

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!!! Remember that this is just a story and none of the things that are said are relevant to you. You are STRONG and you can get through ANYTHING that comes your way, whether you have a mental disorder or not :) also, if you need to talk about anything, feel free to private message me! I will be gladly willing to help you and talk to you about whatever. I'll pray for all of you guys as well!

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"Who the hell would write that on a rock?!" I cry, staring at the rock that Braden holds in his hands with those horrid words on it. I want to throw up. "Who would do that?!"

"He was murdered," Braden says quietly. "He was definitely murdered."

"He was not! He couldn't have been!" I place my hand on the side of my face in distress. "This has to be some kind of sick joke!"

"Saige," Braden whispers as soothingly as he possibly can be. "Take a deep breath. Deep breaths."

"This isn't real."

"This what?"

"This," I say, looking at him. I begin to really panic. "This isn't real. This is a dream. I'm dreaming. I'm hallucinating. Did you drug me? Am I in Hell?"

"Saige, no. You're okay. It's going to be okay. We're going to solve this murder and we're going to be okay."

I clench my fists. "Stop it." I can't breath. "Stop saying that everything is going to be okay, Braden. You know why? Because nothing is going to be okay. NOTHING. MY BOYFRIEND WAS MURDERED."

He's here with us, They say behind me.

He's here, Saige. His spirit is here.

"Shut up, goddamn it!" I scream, turning around towards Them. "He's not here anymore! He hasn't been for over three months!"

Braden's eyes get visibly big and he steps away from me, cautiously. "Were you talking to me?"

"No." I turn towards him. "Give me the rock, Braden."

He doesn't say anything as he slowly hands the rock to me.

I snatch the rock from him and throw it far into the lake.

"Saige, what the hell?!" Braden screams angrily. "That was fucking good evidence of murder right there! We could have gotten the people who killed him behind bars!"

"I don't want to know anymore! I don't care if that was a sick joke! I don't fucking care. He's dead. He's gone. It's over. It's fucking over."

"You aren't thinking clearly!"

"Should I really care if I'm thinking clearly or not anymore?! Should you? Because I'm done. My life isn't clear anymore."

I begin to walk towards the water.

Die. Die. Die.

"Where are you going?" Braden shouts at me.

"To die."

You'll be closer to him when you're gone.

"No, you're not." Braden tries to catch up with me.

But you are.

"But I am."

"Saige, stop!"