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OMG DANS NAILS WERE PAINTED IM DED OMG HELP. BCNFNNDSNND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I MIGHT DO A DAN AND PHIL PHANFIC BECAUSE THAT SHIP IS MY LIFE. OKAY BYE.

    I few years go by. Issac is now living with his grandmother. She isn't very healthy. Issac is going to move out soon though. I am now 16 and Issac is 18. We've been hanging out a lot. Issac self harmed really bad when he got hit. I did too. My mother still hasn't found out about my cuts, that's because she is never home. I grew only three inches. So.. I am 5,4 shut the fuck up I know I'm small as hell.

    Issac then calls me on my phone. "BITCH, I JUST GOT AN APARTMENT!" He yells into the phone without even say hello. "Seriously?" I ask. "Yes and I'm moving into it right now. Can you come help? We can meet at my grandmas house so I can get my stuff." He says. "Okay sure." I say. "Hurry!" He yells then hangs up.

    As I drive over I think about how I've been wanting to start YouTube. I do have a capture card, mic, and two computer monitors and a really good computer. I also have a camera for face cam. I've gotten really good at cs:go. Issac sucks at it compared to me. We both have a setup and it's pretty nice. We always play video games together even if we can't see each other.

    Once I arrive I park the car and Issac opens the door pilling up his stuff in my car. I sigh. "You got enough shit?" I ask. "No." He says as he goes into his house and brings out a single pillow. "How important." I say. "Okay, I'll give you the address and we will go to my apartment." He says.

    We soon arrive at his apartment and it's really nice. "I just need to paint my walls." He says. "Will you help me?" He asks. "Of course." I say. He hands me a paint roller and a bucket of grayish blue paint. "Mature." I say. "I know right." He says. "Sarcasm." I say.

    After a few hours we are finally done. There are a few walls black, some grey, and some grey blue. His room looks really nice. He already painted it. "Also, I'm about to graduate my online school." I say. I've been taking online school for quite a long time. I am actually really smart so I'm going to graduate early. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, I just need a few more tests done." I say.

    We bring a couch in and it is black leather. He throws on some soft blankets and pillows. He puts a gigantic fucking tv in there too. "How did you afford that?" I ask. "I had money left over because I honestly through that an apartment would be a lot more money." He says. He brings in several consoles and hooks them up. He brings in his setup and sets it up in his office, which has black walls. He puts up posters everywhere after the paint dries.

    He sits down on his couch after everything is put up. "It's 11:39 I should go." I say. "You don't want to spend the night?" He asks. "My Mom wants me home." I lie. I just really wanted to self harm. I don't know why, but I did. "Okay, thanks for the help, dude." He says. I smile and then leave.

    On the car ride home I start thinking about what happened yesterday. I told my mom that I liked guys. No one knows this. I just told her. I thought she would accept me. I was so wrong. She called me a faggot and said I don't belong on this earth. She said that she can't wait till I moved out.

    Once I get home, I go to my bedside table and get my blade out. I cut deeper than I ever have. I bleed so much. I make more cuts not even making a pattern. I just cut to feel the pain and see the blood. I know, this is really bad. I am a faggot. I should not be here. I'm only here for one person, and that's Issac.