You Are Cordially Invited To... (Phan & Troyler)(completed)

~8~

(TRIGGER WARNING~ SUICIDE)
~Troye's POV~

Everyone was yelling. About Phil, about the situation, at each other. I was tired of it, but I tried to get through it. I can't leave Tilly, I thought. Who knows what could happen to him when I'm gone.

But, eventually, it got too loud. "Stop!" Everyone stopped. "We're not getting anywhere yelling like this! Do you think this is an okay thing to do? This is entertaining to the killer! This is probably what they want. They probably set it all up. Now stop yelling!"

What did everyone do? They continued to yell. Even Tyler. It was almost like they were trying to get on my nerves, to make me angry.

So, guess what I did; I left. If I die, I thought, this will just teach them a lesson. I walked back to my room, only to find something placed perfectly in the center of my bed; a rope. And I knew what it was for.

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I grabbed the rope and threw it over the hook dauntingly hanging from the ceiling. I looked around and found a conveniently placed stepping stool in the corner. I took out my phone, typing a message. I throw it back onto my bed and step onto the stool.

I take the rope and fit it snuggly around my neck. I take a shaky breath and let a tear fall as I start to take a step forward, but I don't die. I'm tackled and the rope is removed from my neck before I can blink.

There, sobbing and looking utterly betrayed, is a puffy eyed Tyler clutching me for dear life. I hug him back just as desperately and I glance back down to my bed, seeing my bright screen before I start bawling.

Goodbye, Tilly.

~AN~
Well. That happened.
Written by the both of us
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~Madelyn.