a/n: this chapter will be longer because it's the last chapter. <3
i was laying in my bed, deep in thought about how pathetic i am, while tears drained from my eyes.
TROYE SIVAN IS DEAD WHY THE FUCK CAN YOU NOT JUST COMPREHEND THIS??
but because i can still see him sometimes.
BUT HE ISN'T REAL, YOU AND YOUR IDIOT MIND IS JUST THINKING THINGS THAT ARE NOT REAL.
not real...
he's not real...
yes he is. he's as real as my mother, or i, or the old bed i'm sat on. how is he not?
he's dead connor.
and i should be too.
i sprung out of bed, not thinking. i checked the house, i'm alone, good.
i then fiddled through the medicine cabinet, finding a half full container of aspirin pills.
but what if this doesn't work?
i ran into my parents room and into their closet, finding the gun they have hidden for emergencies only.
this is a good enough reason.
i undid the lock on the container holding the gun, and pulled it out. then, checking for bullets in it, i walked back into the bathroom and sat the gun on the counter. i looked at myself in the mirror.
are you really doing this connor?
yes.
i twisted off the lid of the aspirin pills, downing them with water almost all at once. then, without thinking. i took off the safety of the gun and-
a/n: the end
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he's not real // tronnor
Fanfictionconnor franta is schizophrenic troye sivan is a figment of his imagination this story contains content including: (there will be no warning in the chapters) -self harm -alcohol abuse -suicide -physical abuse i will add more to the list when it comes...
