Michael In The Bathroom

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[WARNING: THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS LITERALLY DETAILED SUICIDE]

Jeremy stared down before standing up and taking a deep breath. This is it. He jumped off the tall building head first, closing his eyes tightly as he felt the wind.

I love you, Michael, so much.

He smiled softly, tears starting to well in his eyes.

This was it.

Everything was moving by so quickly and he was only catching more speed.

Suddenly, Jeremy felt a sharp sudden pain in his chest. He felt like he was being stabbed in his heart before suddenly everything went black.

One of the poor souls that witnessed this let out a scream as they saw Jeremy's body hurtling down to the ground.

There was a loud crash as he landed on top of a car, his mangled body laid there lifelessly.

"Somebody call 911!" Someone screamed, rushing over to the car that had Jeremy's dead body on it. There was a mixture of screams and panic throughout the street as someone called 911.

In the mix of all of this, was Jeremy's father. He stood frozen at the sight of his son's limp and mangled dead body.

Tears streamed down his face as he rushed over to him, "Son!" He let out a scream as he desperately tried to pick up his body.

Several people had to pull him off of him for him to actually let go of his son's body. He dropped to his knees, sobbing and letting out a scream.

Jeremy Heere, you will be missed.