Ethan | Crankgameplays imagines

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•Trigger Warning - Play Media•

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"Skank."

"Cut already."

"End it."

"You don't deserve him."

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She stood by her locker as people would stop by her locker and say things no one ever hear.

"Babe. You okay?" Her boyfriend, Ethan said.

Everyone stopped when he was by her.

He didn't know what people said.

She knew he couldn't handle it. He's poor soul.

~ Present ~

"Alright well, I'll see you guys later." Ethan said singing off his video and getting ready to edit it.

This is it.

Do it.

Open the drawer.

Grab the knife.

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"No. No. No. No. I can't. Ethan's here. I love him." She whispered.

But you don't love life. Why go through this when you can end it?

She reach out to the drawer and start pulling, opening it, seeing the knife; she reached for it.

She heard footsteps coming from downstairs

She shut the drawer quickly and smiled a fake smile at Ethan.

"Hey, babe." Ethan said, kissing her forehead.

She smiled. "Just fine. You?" She said.

"I'm fine. I just finished The Walking Dead season two episode!" Ethan said, cheerfully.

Ethan is generally happy. He doesn't fake it. He loves life.

I don't.

"Come on it's almost 10. We should lay down." Ethan said grabbing my wrist and pulling me upstairs.

I cuddled into Ethan's bare chest, he had drifted off asleep a few minutes ago.

She turned on her phone, looking at the comments in her boyfriends latest video.

"Why are you with her, Ethan?"

"She's pretty ugly."

"I'm available, Ethan."

Etc..

She breathed in. She got up. Wrote a note.

Today is the day..

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Dear Ethan.

Hey. I know you don't want to read this but yes. This is a note.. a suicide note. I'm honestly sorry. It wasn't you. It was them. They got to me. I'm sorry they did. I told myself that they wouldn't.

Tell Tyler, Bob, Wade, Mark and my mom; I'm generally sorry. I didn't want to get here, but I am. I love you, Ethan.

Goodbye.
-Y/n.

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I rush down the stairs. I run into the kitchen, knocking over everything. I wake up someone. I don't care. I reached for the drawer and grabbed the knife.

It glowed in the moonlight. It was sharp. Good.

She put the cold steel on her wrist and-

"Y/n?" I hear. She turned to see five people.

Bob, Wade, Tyler, Mark and.. Ethan.

"What are you even DOING?" Mark yelled.

She whimpered. She shut her eyes hoping this was a dream.

She opened one eye. They were still there. Mark was closer than anybody. Wade and Bob were behind everyone and Ethan.

Ethan was walking towards me. A paper in his hand.

The note.

He hugged her. It was unexpected. She dropped the knife on the floor and cried into his shoulder.

"I never knew, Y/n." He said.

"I'm- I'm- sorry." She said.

He shushed me. He let go of the hug. He picked up the knife. He walked towards the trash.

He threw it away.

She smiled. She thought for a moment that someone, somebody cared.

"I'll help you." He said.

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