What Is My Life-A Basicclean Fanfic {discontinued}

Chapter five

I got a sudden urge to write soooooooo. Also mentions of self harm and attempt of suicide, lo siento peoples.

It'd been days since John Cena and Mr. Clean had heard from Elmo. They'd both tried calling and texting but he wouldn't answer. John became to get worried, he assumed Elmo would have come to the apartment and gotten his stuff but all of his belongings remained untouched. Mr. Clean tried reassuring that Elmo was fine but John refused to believe him.

Now a switch to Elmo's point of view, shall we? Elmo found a small apartment to stay in, his job at the smoothie shop barely covered the price. He was living off ramen and no furniture. He could barely afford anything and was sneaking food home from work to just survive. Elmo knew he couldn't survive like this too long but he had nowhere to go.

Both of Elmo's parents were dead and he was an only child. All his friends were John's friends as well and he couldn't go to them, they'd probably tell John where he was. Elmo was all alone. He missed his friends and his daddy. He had a longing to be back in John's arms. No, he couldn't think of these things. What he needed was some one new, someone who wouldn't cheat on him. Someone who'd always been there for him. Someone like MySpace.

Back to John Cena (Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun!). He needed a way to speak to Elmo, a way to make him understand. He wasn't thinking straight, he was worried for Elmo's life and needed a distraction. John couldn't believe what he'd done. "It's all my fault" he thought all the time. If only he hadn't kissed Mr. Clean. If this had never happened, it'd be there month anniversary. They'd be going out for dinner, maybe even do the cheeky butt sex. Of course that couldn't happen, no cheeky butt sex for them.

John needed Elmo back. He couldn't live without him. He was like a drug but good. Like a prescription drug or something. The author has no idea what they're talking about so we're just gonna keep on talking about whatever we're talking about. Yeah you're worse than nicotineeeeeeee. Okay, back on track. John kept living this way for a month, sad and blaming himself. He'd been such an idiot! He didn't feel romantically towards Mr. Clean at all. It'd just been something that he did it the heat of the moment (it's actually Tuesday...).

John became sadder and sadder as time went on, depressed even. He'd started cutting because Elmo was that important to him. "I'm so sorry Elmo" he thought. "I'm worthless, I'm sorry you ever had to be with me. You're free now. I'm so so sorry." John had pushed Mr. Clean out of his life, refusing to talk to him. It wasn't his fault though. He didn't kiss John, John kissed him. There was only one person to blame and that person was himself. He couldn't take it anymore though. He couldn't take the constant depressing thoughts that brought him down every day.

John couldn't handle it anymore, he'd reached the breaking point. He couldn't live anymore without Elmo. John grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing. "Dear Elmo, I'm so sorry you had to deal with me for nearly a month. I know, I don't deserve you. I'm better off dead. I hope you find someone better, someone who won't cheat on you. Tell Mr. Clean that I'm sorry. He shouldn't have had to deal with me either. I know he just pretended to be my friend. After all, who'd want to be my friend. I'm worthless. Goodbye Elmo, by the time you read this, I'm already dead. Why would anyone want me alive anyways... I still love you and I just can't live with you hating me. Love, John Cena"

John grabbed the gun he just happened to have in the drawer in front of him. He studied it, looking at every part of it. He decided to call Mr. Clean one more time to say goodbye. He felt tears running down his face as he dialed Mr. Clean's number. Ring... Ring... "Hello? John? Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?" He heard Mr. Clean say. "Mr. Clean, you've been a great friend and I'll always love you in a platonic way but I just can't live without Elmo. I'm sorry. Goodbye Mr. Clean." He said and hung up.

He was in tears, his hands were shaking. "Just do it, no one wants you alive anyways" he thought. He slowly lifted the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Boom!

Mr. Clean panicked, what had John's call meant? He actually knew exactly what it meant, he just refused to think it was true. John would never kill himself... or would he? Mr. Clean grabbed his coat and ran out the door, driving as fast as he could to John's apartment. He felt his heart beating out of his chest. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't loose his best friend.

Once he reached John's house, he rushed inside, not minding to close the car door. Mr. Clean heard a gunshot (don't questioning how the timing matches up, this is more dramatic). He sprinted to where he heard the sound from and saw John's body drop to the floor, a gun in his hand and blood running down his head. He (tank you to Captain_Nyx_Lemonade for ruining the dramatic moment for me) called 911 and ran to John. He checked his pulse. He was still alive but barely.

The ambulance came and rushed in. Everything was in slow motion for Mr. Clean. The people ran into the room and pushed him aside. He watched as they picked up John's body on a stretcher and carried him out. He was following before he noticed a note. He read it and he knew he had to get in touch with Elmo. He pocketed the note and went off to find Elmo even if it was the last thing he'd do.

1) sorry
2) wow, 1,027 words
3) yes, it's Nat. I'm back