Heya meh doods! If y'all are homophobic then you might not want to read the rest of this story. Also if you're homophobic then you can
va te faire foutre (yes i mostly speak French and no I'm not going to tell you what it means so just google it)
also yeah I deleted the hamilton story cause I have no ideas byyyeyee
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"Please, don't hurt me! I'll leave the girl and we can be together!" She begged, holding the screaming child.
He fiddled with the trigger on the gun he was holding.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way." He held the gun up so it was pointing to the woman. An evil grin spread across his face.
I woke up drenched in sweat. Why was I having this dream so often? I pulled my knees up the my chest. The door slowly opened to reveal Logan, whose hair was sticking up in all different directions. "Did you have the dream again?" He asks. I nod weakly. He sits down next to me and I lay my head on his shoulder.
"Why is this happening to me?" I whisper.
"I really don't know. We can go to a therapist if you want to."
I don't say anything. I've had bad luck with therapists before, they never help me. My depression was getting worse and worse over the weeks and nothing that my doctor did helped.
"Trinity?" Logan asks, clearly distressed.
"What? Oh, yeah, the therapist. I don't really know if that is such a good idea."
"Why, What happened?"
I still can't tell him what happened.
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I nervously walk over to the chair. I sink down into the cushion and the tall man pulls out a pair of scissors. "Are you ready?" He asks.
I take a deep breath.
"I think so." I say.
"Ok then!"
He snips with the scissors and all of my long red curls fall to the ground.
He turns my chair around to face the mirror. My once waist length hair was now cut in a short bob, still just as wild. "I love it!" I say enthusiastically. It was about time I got my hair cut, it had been several years and it was getting to the point where it was hard to control. I walk around the corner and Logan smiles. "It's so short!" He says.
"Well duh." I tease.
We get in his car and I drive to Starbucks, since my sixteenth birthday was approaching(she's old now yayy) and Logan taught me to drive (even though I already knew). We order our coffee and sit down at a table. It was awfully busy, so it was going to take a while for our drinks to get made. "Hey dad, I need to tell you something" I spit out. I had been thinking of telling him for a while but I wasn't planning on doing it now, it just kind of cake out of my mouth.
"Yeah Trinity? Is everything ok?" He asks.
"I-I'm bisexual."
"Ok"
"What?"
"Ok. It doesn't really matter to me, as long as you're happy."
"Order for Logan!" The barista yells over the crowd.
We just sit there kind of awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
"Just because you're gay doesn't mean you get to sit on your butt and do nothing, go get the coffee!" Logan says.
I smile and roll my eyes as I walk away. I get the coffee and go sit down. I start scrolling through twitter. Most of the crowd is gone by the time I've finished my drink, So the tinkle of the doorbell startled me. I look up and the most beautiful girl walks through the door. She has long chocolatey brown hair and dark eyes that look as if there is a storm of thoughts behind them. Her tan skin reflects what looks like Native American heritage. The few freckles on her face make her look so innocent, yet so clever. She orders her drink snd sits down at another table. My phone chimes with a dm from instagram.
I see you watching me 👀
Shoot, it was the girl in the Starbucks with us. I look up over my phone and she smiles at me and I wave back at her. Too enthusiastic, tone it down a notch. Logan looks over and me, raising his eyebrows up and down. I playfully smack him in the arm and throw away my cup. We get in the car and drive back to the apartment. I set down my bag and see more dms from the girl in the coffee shop.
M- My names madison by the way😉
M- You seem nice, want to meet up sometime?
T- i would love to, but I'll have to ask my dad
M- dads, am I right? who was that guy that was with you earlier
T- my dad
M- woooaahhh you got lucky!
T- you're a dork😜 he's not my real dad, He adopted me
M- still wooaaahhh he kinda looks like Logan Paul
T- that's cause he is
M- once again woooaahhhh
T- is that the only word you say?
M- wooooaaaahhh
T- lol you wanna meet at the Starbucks tomorrow at noon?
M- Sure! dont flake
T- umm ok? See you then
M- bye
She seemed super nice. I'm glad I met her. I get up from the couch and go outside on the balcony. Every time I went out there I was reminded of when I jumped off. I don't really remember why I did that. My now short hair whipped across my face and the wind relaxed me. It was getting colder. It was October now, and my birthday was next month. I look down over the edge and catch a glimpse of the scars on my wrist. They were all very old, but it still saddened me to look at them. I wasn't depressed anymore, but I still had a small case of anxiety. That anxiety took over and i suddenly became terrified of the railing of the balcony. I ran inside slid down against the wall, head in my hands. "Trinity, what happened?" Logan asked, very confused.
"I don't know!" I say.
"This has been happening more and more, we need to take you to a therapist."
"NO!" I scream, realizing my mistake. I still hadn't told him what happened to me last time I went to a therapist.
"What?"
"No, I mean."
"Trinity, you seriously need to tell me what's wrong. I can tell you've been hiding something from me."
"I-I was-"
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dun dun dunnnnnnnnn cliffhanger meh doods! This chapter was kinda boring cause it was a filler. IVE GOT SO MANY IDEAS I CANT USE THEM ALL THO. This story is almost to 2000 reads waaattt? Y'all are amazing thanks SO MUCH for reading. It means more to me than you would know! byyyyeeyeyyee
