Twenty-eight

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Tyler kissed me. He pulled me into him and kissed me. He was gay? He liked me? What about Lea? So many questions and thoughts ran through my mind, but one thing stood out, Connor. I quickly pushed him off me and punched him, he fell to the ground as everyone watched. ''WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! OMG I HATE YOU!!!'' I yelled as Ruth came and grabbed me she pulled me away as I screamed out his name and cursed. She brought me back to her office locked the door and went to go make a call. I sat there tears streaming down my face. I just lost my best friend because I can't let go of a boy that I won't ever see again. ''Honey you can go back to your room'' Ruth said coming back to her office. I stood up and walked out. On my way past the phone and supply room I saw keys, I picked them up. Ruth's keys was the label stuck on the keys. I heard her coming down the hall, probably to get the keys. I quickly stuck the key into the first door. MSR it read on the door. WTF? I thought opening the door, hearing the steps getting closer. I closed the door and turned around to see pills upon pills. bottles and bottles and bottles of different kinds. I ran my finger along the shelves, stopping at one particular bottle.                       Anti-depressants for voice moved action disorder. -Connor Franta. I quickly popped open the bottle to see the half white half yellow pills. I stuffed the bottle in my pants and opened the door to the hall. I dropped the keys because after this I wouldn't need keys. I ran down the halls to my room. Most people were asleep, others were being given drugs. I ran into my room and went into the part of my room in which you couldn't see unless you came in front of the bed. I popped open the pills and swallowed ten, I started  to feel dizzy, I took ten more and I past out, hopefully forever. 

YASSSS. This is getting intense, sorry Troye lovers. Is this short? I'm trying to make them longer! Oh and voice moved disorder is not real, I made it up, it's kind of like schizophrenia but not as bad, you hear voices but they don't tell you to do things and can't cause hallucinations. 

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