daddy says he takes care of me.
but jacob was the one to notice when i started turning blue and i was sweating uncontrollably.
i kept holding my chest, trying to breathe.
the coughing started.
"troye.. are you okay?"
"what are you guys doing?! do what i told you to do."
i felt the tears streaming down his face.
i can't do it.
i can't breathe.
i can't feel anything.
daddy looked very angry.
please don't hate me,
please don't hate me, daddy.
