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Crybaby's P.O.V

While I was out finding my dress I hadn't realized what was going on until I heard a thump coming from Halsey's room. What the heck is going on now?

I text Blurryface.

Me: Hey

BLUFF: Shits going on in your house and you don't even know what's going on do you?

Me: WHat?

Bluff: ITS BADLANDS! She just texted my bro Vessel some shiz bout leaving. SHes like ' Bye I cant do this anymore'

Me: OHMYGOD GOTTA GO

Oh what am I going to do?! I quickly run and then I hear someone barge in my house and see Vessel and Blurryface.


I run into Hal's room and then see her with the blade.

She's crying and I can't help.

"Hal. Hal you don't have to do this you know?"

"B-But I h-have to. I'm h-hated by the w-world." she says and breaks into sobs.

"It's alright. It's going to be fine. Have some control and faith in yourself", I say as I rub her back and take the blade with my other hand. "You can do this. I know you can"

Halsey gets up and cries.

"Why are you doing this", blurryface whispers.

"I have to be gone. TO make it all better"

Vessel just stands there quietly. 

Vessel's P.O.V

I don't know how to talk to Halsey without using a good phrase. I have a good idea how she can get an idea though.

"Halsey. Your bigger than your body. Your stronger than those demons surrounding you making you feel bad You have to be colder and bigger than those bones. If so, you'll survive this with no worries."

That made sense to me. Those words made sense. After all, she didn't tell anyone about her conditions. I wonder how long she's going to be lying about her bipolar disorder. 

Yes I know. She didn't know but when I accidentally checked her medical papers I found out. 

Halsey's POV

I realized something. Those words...

Melanie said I need control.

Vessel said,

I'm bigger than my body.

I'm colder than this home.

I'm meaner than my demons.

I'm bigger than these bones.

Those words fit into something.

I think I can make a song about it. A song where I can tell the world about my disorder without using words or having to say it using a conversation. But I can tell them using a song.

Yes, that will be perfect. 

I can name it Control. It will be about how I have control with my disorder and my feelings. How I can overcome it.

Perfect.

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"There's other ways to show things. Always a different way. You just have to figure it out"  - BrokenLife17

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