Heyyyy guys sorry for not updating soon, but uh this story isnt going to be a smut. This story is different, I know in real life Andy wouldn't do this but its a sad story.
Andy's POV
I was sitting in my room watching Batman when my phone rang, I looked at the screen and saw my friend/crush's name Layla. I bit my lip and answered the call, "hey Lay" I said and I heard sobs. "Lay what's wrong?" I asked and she continued sobbing "I'm sort Andy. I love you. Goodbye" she replied and she hung up. I panicked, I got up and slipped on my shoes and ran out the door. I got in my car and drove to Layla's house. I quickly parked in her drive and ran to the front door and found the extra key. I ran upstairs not even bothering to close her front door, I ran to her room door and opened it running and ran to her bathroom where I saw her on her bathroom floor with a razor blade in her hand and cuts on her wrists. "Lay?" I said and she turned her head towards me "go away Andrew" she said, I went closer "GO AWAY ANDY, LET ME DIE!" She shouted, bringing tears to my eyes. "NO!" I shouted back and went towards her and took her in my arms while trying to pry the razor blade out her hand. She fought back and got out of my grasps "let me die Andy please, I can't be here anymore" she said and held the blade vertically on her wrist, "Lay stop it please!" I replied, she shook her head "I love you Andy" she said and sliced her arm vertically. I went to her and held her as her blood started to cover my arm, I took out my phone and dialed 911. As soon as they came it took them a while to pry her out of my arms,I got in the ambulance she was in and they raced her to the hospital. "Sir, I'm sorry but you have to stay here" one of the nurses said, I refused but I had to. A few minutes later the doctor came out and went to the nurse that had me out here and talked to her, she then walked to me "I'm sorry but your friend Layla, had died" she said. I broke down, she's gone.
ONE WEEK LATER
Its been a week since Lay had passed, the only girl I love died, I hadn't been talking to anyone, haven't been eating or sleeping either. I stood up and went to my bathroom and took out a bottle of pills and took a page out of my notebook. I went to my desk and wrote on the paper "I LOVE YOU LAY, IM COMING TO YOU" I laid on my bed and took all the pills and left the note on the pillow next to me and slowly drifted off.
