One last letter

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WARNING: SUICIDE AND SELF HARM MAY BE TRIGGING. just mixing my feelings with franks here. Enjoy.

I look at the knife and the bottle of Advil. It would be so easy and quick. It's not like anyone would miss me anyway, I tell myself. Maybe Mikey for a while. No one else. My mom and dad would be grateful. They have other things to take care of, and more important things to spend money and time on.

I think for a moment, then I grab a paper and pen. I must tell them that it's not their fault, that I love them. I write to Mikey first.

Dear Mikey,

Thank you for being and staying my friend. Thank you for everything, you've been a big help, you've kept me alive for this long. I'm sorry,

I stop to dry my eyes

I'm sorry, for not being happier. I tried. I'm sorry, for not being a better friend. I'm so sorry for everything. I know you don't need this, but I know you'll get over me soon. You mean the most to me. Never let them take the light behind your eyes.

Xøfrnk.

Muffling a sob, I write moms and dads.

Mom and dad,

Thank you for claiming to love me. I know you tried. I thank you for that. It's not your fault. Goodbye.

Franklin Anthony

I then just sit there, for about twenty minutes. Then I down the bottle of Advil, my phone ringing in the background. Tears are streaming down my face, and my hand shakes as I pick up the knife. I bring it to my wrist and press down. My phone rings a second time. I drag the blade across my skin. Then I make a second cut right above it. And a third. My phone rings for what must be the fourth time. I check it, and it's Mikey. Mikey, asking where I am.

I'm sorry. Xofrnk.

After that last text, my world turns black.

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I wake up with a blinding light above me. Mikey and Gerard are asleep near me. My mom is awake, staring at me. Shitshitshit I know I'm in big trouble. I mouth the words "I'm sorry" before my world turns black once again.

There ya go, a look into my mind. Hope y'all enjoyed!

So long and goodnight!

BubbleDestroyer

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