Simon's PoV (third person)
He had enough. The bulling, the rumours the lot. Nothing was going right for him anymore. No one cared about him not even his own family as about us the bruises and the red marks on his face. He had enough. He knew the more he suffered the more he was closer to it. And finally that date came. He finally decided to do it. After all the cuts not going deep enough to bleed out. He grabbed the rope off the shelf in his garage. He walked up to his room not even being noticed by his mother or father. He tied it to the ceiling. He placed both feet on his chair and placed the now knotted rope around his neck. He kicked the chair from underneath his feet. And slowly lost his breathing. A loud bang was heard from upstairs and his parents rushed to it but they were to late.
SIMON WAS DEAD.
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Silently crying
FanfictionRead at own risk. Trigger warnings Bad at writing descriptions so read and find out.
