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CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

[do not read if you get triggered easily.]

[💕you are wonderful. don't end your lives.]
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Tyler's POV

I ran out of the house in fear, trying to hide from my head. Everything was coming back to me from that suicide note, and I wanted to go now.

It's been a week since I've written that note, and I've been unstable. I've been having mental breakdowns at shows, in public, and I've lost control everywhere I went.

I've been contemplating suicide so much now. I'm so scared of leaving, and leaving family and friends behind, but I had to go.

I wasn't happy.

I was sad.

Always so sad.

And all I wanted was to be happy, and I wanted to be so proud of myself for living this far.

But I knew I was gonna end it all. So what was the point?

What was the point in trying to succeed now, when it would all end later?

As I was running, I tumbled over on the sidewalk into a face I haven't seen in ages.

Jenna.

She looked down at me, and her face got pale. So, so pale.

"Are you okay? What's the rush?"

I got up, and kept running.

I couldn't talk.

I was to afraid, and to tired to spill the depressing words out of my lips.

Jaycee and Josh didn't know I was gone, so I probably was going to get chewed out by josh.

Because he worried for me.

Why would he be worried?

I tried to shake my head and get all this nonsense out of my head, but it didn't work.

Stop trying.

Stop trying to get this all to go away.

It will stay with you, and there's no going back to being happy and healthy.

Kill yourself.

Nobody cares about you.

Nobody will EVER care about you.

"Stop!" I yelled, plugging my ears.

Yelling "stop," won't do anything, Tyler.

I'm with you forever, and there's nothing to do about it.

"Please, go away," I sighed in defeat.

Just got home, put the Suicide Note out, and rest your body.

Okay?

I nodded, and he finally snapped out if my head.

I looked up, and seen I was on the old dirt road toward the forest.