Chapter 3; Tight

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Peyton slowly creaked open Corey's room, trying to see if he was awake.

He had his eyes closed, but not in the way he imagined. There was a black cloth wrapped around his eyes, and there was a tight noose or rope around his neck, and his body was being held up by the rope.

"Holy shit," he cussed under his breath.

He could hear him struggling, groaning. He was trying to get the rope off, he was trying to breathe. But he couldn't.

He untied the rope carefully, doing his best to not make the whole situation even worse.

He checked his pulse, and saw that he was doing just fine.

Peyton sighed and carried Corey to his bed and looked at him in despair.

Corey, why would you ever do this to yourself?

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