Not Your Battle [PewDiePie FanFiction]

Ch. 26-Not Good.

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Hey there, Pepl! I am VERY thankful that I have +40! Again, not a big deal, I know. But, again, it makes me feel like I'm a good writer! I am happy, reuniting w/ a friend is always good, drawings getting better, grades getting better, I'm happy! Thanks again, pepl! I "love" you! Now...ON WARD TO THE STORY, NOBLE STEED! *rides away slowly*

WARNING!
IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS LIKE THIS AND HAVE ANY THOUGHTS LIKE THIS, PLEASE TALK WITH A FRIEND OR AN ADULT AND PLEASE GET HELP. THIS IS JUST FOR THE STORY. STAY SAFE AND STAY HAPPY. THANK YOU.
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Felix's POV.
Pasting back and forth. Eyes filling with tears. Waiting for a sign that my love will be back. Waiting if I will have a love.
Knock.
"It's me, Ryan!" He yelled.
I opened the door and tried to suck my tears in. It didn't work.
"No, Felix. Don't worry." Ryan said and pulled me in for a nice hug. I couldn't help but cry on his shoulder. I had to let it out. I can't just hold it all in. I'll explode. There was nothing I can do.
"I was listening."

*sobe*

"So was Jollie."
I pull away and look at Ryan in the eyes, waiting for more information.

"She was listening and then she ran out. Into the spare room."

"Why?" I ask, sitting down.

"I guess she likes you back. You never know."

Jollie's POV.
I stayed on my bed. Laying there. Crying. There was nothing I can do. I want to die. If I have no parents. No siblings. No love. I have nothing. Nobody. Nothing happens to me except bad things.
How.
How do I end this?
I dig threw my backpack. Looking for something. Anything. Money. Clothes. Food. A pen.

I take a piece of paper and write out my feelings all over it. Just to get it out. Writing a letter.

What else?
A knife?
I sit on my bed. Thinking. 'What would happen. Will I be missed? Will I be visited? Will anyone care? Is this the right thing? Felix likes someone else. Not me. I'll be fine. Right? Hiding it. Right? There is nothing to hide, really.'

Cry's POV.
I walk over to Jollies bedroom to check on her. Why did she run off like that?
I open her door slightly and I heard a hiss.
I open the door more and Jollie is laying on the bed with a bloody knife in her hand and her left arm bleeding hardly. She cut where blood flows a lot.
"Oh no. FELIX!!" I yell as I try to pick up Jollie wedding style.

Felix runs in and gasped at what he saw. He gathered up Jollies things. Why is he waisting time?
"Felix, come one, we've gotta go!"

"Jollie never leaves without her backpack."

Felix unlocks my car because he has the keys. We've gotta go make another trip to the hospital.