Marcel's P.O.V
I looked over the edge of the bridge. Why am I doing this? Why can't I be a normal person and just ignore people? Why can't I be like Harry? I never felt like this before. I never wanted to die more than now. Everyone wouldn't stop talking to me.
"Hey, I saw your lover boy on the news! Maybe he killed someone so he could go to prison and get away from you." I looked away and kept walking, holding my books close to my chest. "Is the fag going to say anything?" They teased, pushing me roughly to the ground.
"Please, just stop. It's getting old now." I grumbled. They laughed carelessly as words flew around me.
"Such a fag! Look at him! Makes me sick!"
"What made you think he loved you? Last time I checked, no one did."
"Do us a favor and jump off of a bridge. Do us a favor!"
I took my glasses off and threw them into the water, watching them fall... and fall... and fall until they hit the surface of the welcoming water. I left a note in Louis' flat, hoping he would read it after his hearing with the judge about the murder. I also left one taped to the front door of my house so that my mum would see it. But why would they read it? They don't give a shit about me, like everyone else. If they want me to jump off a bridge, I'll jump off a bridge.
Anne's P.O.V
I get out of my car, intrigued by the piece of paper hanging limply on the front door. I scrunched my eyebrows together as I took the note off of door and opened it.
Mum,
I love you. Just remember that. But by time you read this, I guess it will be too late. I can't take it anymore. Everyone calls me names, Louis loves Harry more, and I'm just Marcel. I guess I'm going crazy because even though Harry's dead, I feel like he's taking Louis away from me. Why can't I be like him? Why couldn't I just be perfect without anyone calling me names because I'm gay?
I guess people are just like that. Today, someone told me that Louis only killed the man because he wanted to go to prison and get away from me. Also, some said to jump off a bridge. So, I'll do what they want me to do.
I love you so much,
Marcel
My eyes widened as I dropped the note and got out my phone. I quickly dialed Louis' number. "Yes?" I heard a tired voice say. "Louis! Please get to the bridge now!" I felt tears pricking my eyes as I got into the car. "What?! Why?!"
"Marcel! Just hurry up and get there!" I hung up the phone and pulled out of the driveway. I hope my baby's okay.
Louis' P.O.V
Shit! What the fuck is Marcel doing?! Okay, I need to calm down. I took a deep breath. Okay, the bridge is only a block down. I can run it. I bolted out of the house, running down the street and turning the corner as fast as I could. "Please be okay, Marcel..." I huffed under my breath, tears flowing down my face.
I saw the bridge up ahead. I ran faster off of adrenaline, hoping I wasn't too late. I ran looked closely, realizing that a figure was standing on the edge. "Fuck." I cursed under my breath. I kept running until I reached the start of the empty bridge. I could here his sobbing from here. I still kept running and then I saw him walking closer and closer to the drop off.
"Dammit, Marcel! Get away!" I yelled, grabbing his waist and yanking him back away from the edge. "No! L-let me go! L-let m-me die! P-please! F-fuck you! Let me go! I-I want to die... please let me d-die..." He sobbed loudly, beating on my chest as I sat both of us on the ground. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, petting his hair as I heard an ambulance and his mother next to me.
"Fag. Fag. Fag. Fag." He kept repeating. I wanted to cry. To scream as loud as I could until I couldn't scream anymore. I knew he would be broken. And as usual, it's my fault.
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