chapter 2 trigger warning: abuse and attempts of suicide

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it was a few days after I saw that boy. And just my luck my father was drunk and pissed. it was around 10:00 pm and he kicked me. A lot. and he hit me. I cried and ran out of my house and into the forest across the street. I was really deep in and I saw a treehouse. I climbed up the latter and walked in. And there, On floor asleep, Was the boy who was crying. He had messy brown hair. I liked it.

I sat watching him for a good hour or so and I felt like a creep that should die. Should kill herself. I was wearing a oversized MCR hoodie and I remembered grabbing a razor from the house. I began cutting and cutting. 1,2,3,4,...now 20. I worked on the other arm as the boy woke up and I passed out. On him.


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I woke up in a hospital bed with the boy with messy brown hair in the chair on the far end of the room. He rushed over to me when he realized I was awake.


We talked but neither of us introduced our names. I waited a bit and asked " Hey...bye the way what's your name" I said nervously and chuckled. "its tyler, tyler joseph." "hmm I think ill call you..Bell. you smell like taco bell and y/f/n hade a baby" i said while laughing "then Ill call you....Chip! (short for chipotle)" after a shared laugh. We were interrupted by a doctor walking in. "Miss You are free to leave take these." he hands me a bottle of anti-depressants. "ok"I replied solemnly.  Me and tyler walked out of the hospital. "Wanna go to my house?" he asked. "sure" i replied blandly. Probably sounding rude.



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Aye issya boi the memelord daddy

again a cliffhanger.

I'm so mean I'm sorry

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