* M A R C U S *
I on my way home from Violet now. I don't have to walk long because I live like two houses down the street.
We didn't really work on the project.
We just talked about all the cutting stuff and after that we fell asleep on her bed.
She was so cute when she was just cuddled- No Marcus you can't have feelings for her. You hate her.
No you don't.
I walk into the house, it seems like nobody is home but Martinus.
I walk down to the basement and see Tinus working with a football. I walk over to the music and turn it down so I can get in contact with him.
"So how did it go, are you still alive?"
How can he be so evil, like they were literally best friends before Matthew came.
"Yeah I'm breathing but barely alive" I sing.
And we start to laugh.
But the truth is that I'm more alive now than when I left.
The conversation we had made me feel like I wasn't alone.
Like somebody else know what I'm going through.
Me being the the reason I found her cutting.
That is a feeling.
A horrible feeling.
A feeling I never wanna feel again
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Twisted Truth - Marcus G.
Fanfiction'Maybe they're right' 'I hate myself' 'I'm fat' 'Maybe I should just die and disappear from this world' That is just a few of the thoughts that hits Violets head everyday. Those and then this special boy. Her bully. Marcus Gunnarsen. --- Sorry for s...
