Photograph #9//Lil Peep || Rewriting

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Peep's POV, November 15th

From El Paso TX to LA- I bought us an early flight to LA, she said she wanted to get the box of photos that contained the ones she took from the bridge (durning her senior year in high school.) .

We approached her mom's house and she got the spare key from under the bush, "Stay out here" she says. I nodded my head and stood waiting- then I heard yelling.

"I'm not going to let you leave with that low life druggy- I lost you once I don't need that to happen again!" it was her mom yelling, Im guessing she's been watching our snapchat stories? And has a social media? Because how would she know that shit- unless her friend, Jess told her

Her mom pulled on her arm, and Pigeon yanked herself away, "And what? Stay with a pedophile like yourself"

What...

The mother's eyes realized what I just heard.

"How the fuck could you do that to Chris and be pregnant with me" Pigeon cried, "You deserve to burn in hell"

And we walked away, out the door. I had no idea what I was suppose to do- but I followed. Standing on the bridge looking out, her tears drying up, "We should cut an opening to this fence and jump out"

In that moment, I thought so too. Seeing my whole life go by in flashes and fade- that could be the perfect ending to our fucked up lives.

"What if we were normal?" She says, "What if you grew up with a father, what if none of those things ever happened to you?"

"I probably wouldn't be standing here with you," I say, holding those words to my heart- knowing it was true.

She laughed, "I rather be dead than to be with you"

I didn't know what she meant when she said that but I took it.

"Because once your gone- Ill have no one" she adds.

"Maybe we could die together" I say, lifting her chin, "At this point there's no one I'd rather die with"

"Lets go try" she pulls my hand, and we went back to her mom's house- under the street lights we walked, at the front door we heard her mom's cry coming from somewhere upstairs.

We continue walking, and go up the steps as her mom's cries came louder, we pass the room and go to her's.

"Here it is" she pulls up the box she wanted to get and grabbed her keys off the hook on her bulletin board.

"If you survive, take those boxes of pictures- and keep them for as long as you can"

I nod my head, "And your dildo?"

She laughed, "I hope one day, you go to the ocean and throw it- if not give it to Jess"

We go out to garage where her car was, and put the key into my hand- "I'm sure you can do this by now"

We get in and I start her Subie- doing what she taught me... She touched my neck, "That's my boy"

And off we went, showing me the route her dad took- (almost every midnight on her birthday for 15 years.)

We approached the freeway, merging into traffic.

"Try 80" she says. I press on the gas.

"Try 82..., try 83..... try 85.... try 90"

The car's speed continued to increase with each shift and acceleration, and within seconds she grabbed for the emergency break.

And just as we went under the bridge, she pulled the lever up- and off we flipped. Almost like a modern day Romeo & Juliet scenario.

And I'm sure the box of pictures were now scattered all across the freeway, while a faint ambulance siren came to our rescue.