Sympathy-G.D. Short Story

Two

TRIGGER WARNING: suicide, self harm, alcohol, etc.

*Grayson's POV*

"Don't make promises you can't keep Gray..." she says, somewhat angrily.

"What the fuck is her problem?" Ethan mumbled when she was out of ear-shot.

We walked through the heavy, glass doors, into the crowded hallway lined with lockers. We saw Mia and Emma crying."-... I'm sorry." We her M say.

What s happening? Mia never cries in public. Usually she calls us when she breaks down.

Me and Ethan look at each other, confused looks plastered over our faces. "Bro. They're breaking up..." I hear someone say.

"Oh..." I say, with my mouth forming an 'o'. I feel sorry for her; she seemed happy.

On the inside I felt amazing. I finally had a chance. I've liked her since 8th grade. She's known Ethan and I since 6th grade, but I never realized my feelings for her.

But even if I have a chance with her, it's very slim. Even though she is bi, she does lean more towards girls.

I was pulled out of my daze by Emma's screaming that came piercing through my ears. "Well, I think since you just ended what we had for almost a year, Mia, I deserve to know why!" Her voice rang through my head.

A crowd started to form. Typical. Just because there is telling, does not mean there is going to be a fight.

E and I exchange knowing glances. We push through the crowd, we were ready to stop anything that could have started, but this time, I doubted anything would.

After everything that was said, Mia passes us and told us to find another ride home.

"Dude."

Do I actually have a chance with her?

*Mia's POV*

I wanted to go guilt-free, but that can't happen. Everyone leaves this world with slight guilt and regret.

I left the school and drive the most risky way I could; Speedo mg,  swerving, and occasionally slamming on my brakes. Anything that could possibly kill me.

I pulled up to my house and didn't see any cars in the driveway. Great! This was the perfect opportunity!

I unlocked the door and walked into the empty house. I turn to the living room and pass my fingers over all the frames of the family pictures. I'm gonna miss them. But sadly enough- they won't miss me.

I trudged my may up the stairs, into my bedroom, and looked for the one thing that could make it seem as if someone lived here. Where the fuck is my speaker?

I searched through my desk drawers and found nothing. Dresser drawers? Nothing.

I opened my closet and searched. Finally, in the furthest corner, I saw the box. The box that contained all the toys that me and Emma used on each other. Let's just say were both into pretty kinky shit.

The only people that know about this box is me, Emma, Ethan and Grayson. I'm an open book about what I'm into- therefore that all know.

I pulled the large box out of my closet and look through it; finding a weird kind of closure. But when I reached the bottom, I found the loud-volume speaker. The speaker we used to drown out the moans that escaped our lips.

I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker and turned it to the highest volume, playing Panic! At The Disco Radio. The only Pandora station to fully express my emotions. I always wanted to die listening to it.

Well, I guess my wish is coming true.

I filled the tub with hot water and went into Jackie's office- she kept her whiskey and cigarettes in there.

I found the bottle, pack of cigarettes and lighter, just looking at them I  my hands. I want to feel good before I leave.

I sped up the stairs and into the bathroom that was joined with my bedroom. I strip from my clothes, leaving my bra and underwear.

My phone, the Back Danials, cigarettes and lighter sat on the edge of the tub as I reached for the high-dosage pills.

I sank into the water and popped the top of the dark liquor. It flowed down my throat with ease, leaving behind the sweet burn. I reached for the cigarettes and lit one bringing it to my lips, and inhaled.

I slowly start to forget- that's my cue to stop. I dip the cigarette in the water- putting it out- and grab my phone.

I made a quick, small group chat that consisted of me, Ethan, Grayson and Abby.

Mia💊
Guys...

Mia💊
Im sorry

I turn off my phone and peel off the case. I always carried my lucky razor between my phone and case.

I grab the blade between my fingers with a death-grip. I run the blade across my skin, cutting feel, five times on each arm.

Once the blade touched my skin, I cried. Only lightly though. I knew this was gonna happen, so there was no reason to sob. 

I reached for the pills. My arms stung from my previous actions. I never get used to the pain.

I twist the top- my hands shaking with only doing this simple action. This time I sob.

I'm going to die...

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So... that was today's chapter. A short one I know. I'm sorry...

Q: How was your day, today?

A: tbh pretty ok, k owing that the rest of the week was pretty shitty. But hey, I'll take what I can.