Lol I've said sorry a million times here but oh well you cunts (if you're sensitive then who cares. Just forgive me.)
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"Shit," I mutter under my breath. I have half an hour to get ready. I get a call from Brendon. I pick up my phone and tap "Accept." "Heyo!" I say into the phone. I hear a depressed response. "Hey (Y/N). Turns out we can't go on our date with the others bands because my.. my girl-my mom got in a car accident." Was he about to say girlfriend? Of course not, I think to myself. But then he/she (this is going to be the voice in your head. I'm using my voices' name but you can use whatever name.) comes back. After so long, now? Of course he's dating someone new. He doesn't give a shit about your trashy ass. You should just kill yourself while you have the chance. (Quick A/N: My voice has said this to me before. Except it was about a girl. Yeah I'm a lesbian. Fite me.)
Trigger warning.
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I cry. Hard. I run to my bathroom and sit on the toilet seat, crying my eyes out. I'm probably sitting there for an hour, until I hear a knock on my door. And I ignore it. As usual. The knocking continues until I hear..
Him.
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FanfictionY/N had a friend, by the name of F/N. She always talked about something called Panic! At The Disco. And when that certain friend takes Y/N to a concert of theirs, something happens, that nobody would've saw coming. === I'm sorry if I don't update on...
