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I knew what I was going to choose now. How could I have been so blind?
I have to choose him.
I'm choosing him.
He's all I've ever wanted.
But it's just, what am I supposed to do if my heart gets broken again?
But i just have to take things slowly. I don't want punishment, anything. Just a build up of trust. It's all i want.
I came out of the basement, looking for santa.
"Nick, where are you?"
I had searched the whole house until I found him.
It was horrible. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Nick was laying on the ground, a bottle in his hand. He was spread out, eyes opened wide. His face was pale.
He was.. dead?
No.
It can't be.
No way.
My thoughts are overtaking me. Why was I so selfish?! I knew something was wrong. He had become an alcoholic because of me. It 'helped' him. Just like any addiction.
It took away the pain of me being gone.
And he was gone, gone.
Because of me. It's all because of me. If I wasn't so selfish and went in the basement, this wouldn't have happened.
I fell down, hugging nick.
"Please, nick. You can't be dead now." I started to cry.
He had a bloody nose, I wiped it off of him, and it got all over my hands, it just triggered me more.
"Nick please! Don't die! Please! Don't-"
I just stopped talking. I heard sirens.
No. Someone couldn't have called the police already.
Wait. Fuck.
His mailman comes today! And he came when I was in the basement!
God damnit! Why? Why couldn't I just have left? It would've been all over.
I heard people coming up the stairs, but I couldn't hide. I wouldn't be fast enough. There's multiple people.
Then, they busted in.
"HANDS ON THE GROUND!" A police officer yelled at me.
"No, officer, it's not what you think, please let me explain-"
"What is there to explain? You have bloody hands and there's a dead body!" He replied.
Obviously these police officers are stupid as fuck. There's no blood on the actual body, there's no murder weapon, and there's obviously signs of a drinking addiction around here. But why am I expecting so much from them. I'll get out on the trial.
Wait.
Why am I thinking like this.
What if the judge is as stupid as the officers?
What if I'm pressed on charges of murder?
It's all over for me.
I can't believe I wasn't worried.
It's. All. Over.
I watched as they handcuffed me. I just had a blank face. Pale as a white sheet. This was the end. I just can't feel. I can't feel again. I have my heart broken again, why could I trust myself ever?
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omg this was such a short chapter, please excuse my break from updating and my lack of ideas. if you want anything written like a request please comment lmao. okay thanks people.
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