Minds Link Love

Gonna Die By Suicide

(Okay, first of all: Don't kill me. Second of all: don't kill me. Third of all: don't kill me. Thank you, thank you for reading. Rip me and thank you again.)

Wpov

I sighed, getting to my house. I fell onto my bed as I got to my room, thinking about my lover. Was I ever gonna find them? Will I ever meet them? Will I ever even know if they exist? So, so, so much was going through my head. Who was my lover and why hadn't I met them yet? So many unanswered questions I need answered.

I closed my eyes, trying to contact my lover again. Hello? Hello!? Is anyone here!? I screamed in my mind, trying to concentrate on my voice reaching my lover. It was extremely hard. It took me forever to even learn how to contact.

I sighed after trying to contact them for like the bazillionth the time. This was hard. Would I ever see, hear, touch, smell (yeah, that's weird, but I might like the smell of my lover. Who knows?), my lover? Would I ever meet them before one of us dies? I hope so, cause... Cause I couldn't stand the thought of not having my lover. That rips me apart. And every time I think about them, I just get this feeling like they are right in front of me when I never even knew it.

My thoughts drifted off to Hazels brother again, Nico. Who was Nico? How could he just slip by me unnoticed? He was from my school, my grade, and I hadn't even known he existed. Awful person, am I right? Wait, I just remembered something.

I sat up. That makes no sense. I just decided to shake it off and laid back down, turning on my side. Some sleep might get my mind off my lover. It might even help me be more.. Happy. Yeah, I might act happy, but, truly, I'm dying inside everyday for not finding my special one. My... Significant other. The person who is supposed to complete me. Without them, I am lost. And will be forever, if I don't find them.

I sighed, closing my eyes. Get some sleep, Will. This will all blow over and when you're older you'll look back at this and laugh. Yeah, yeah. That's it, that's it.

Opov (Or, Octavians pov. Yeah, caught you off guard, huh? Let's put a pinch of evilness in this. *pours whole thing* oops. Well, let's see what happens...)

I made the little twerp follow me. He was so easily manipulated. He was small, weak, dehydrated. This was gonna be easy. All I had to do was make him follow and make him do exactly what I say. Then, it'll look like a suicide.

Yeah, I knew him. Nico di Angelo. A boy from my school, who was gay (I realized that not that long ago). He deserved this. He could even thank me. I bet he wants to. Ha, bet he doesn't even know what's happening.

"Kid," I started. He looked up at me, confusion and weakness filled his face. I smirked at that. "Get up on the platform. I can help you, but I need you to do something first." He slowly nodded and I pointed over to the platform, where I rope hung.

I sneered, following him to the ladder. He started to slowly climb with his weak body. He was retarded, slow. He was pathetic. He looked back at me, uncertainty now filling his face. I sighed and waved him to continue to go up.

After about a million years, he finally got up there. "Okay, grab the rope, I need it," I said, while starting to climb the ladder. This is going to be easy. He grabbed it and hesitantly looked at it. He stayed like that, until I got up there.

He figured out I was behind him and looked at me confused. "Ugh, just die already," I mumbled under my breath. He didn't hear it and continued to look at me. I nodded and he looked back over to the rope.

Suddenly, I grabbed him into my grasp, covering his mouth. His eyes opened a bit more, meaning he was going wide eyed. "Well, nice way to die, isn't it?" I asked. he looked at me. "By suicide." With that I put the rope around his neck, tying it and inching him over to the edge.

He was gonna die by suicide.