Crazy (Crankiplier)

11: (idk a title)

Ethan

I wake up. Tyler was gone, probably downstairs. I turn on my phone. 6 unread messages.

Unknown 2

Jack 1

Amy 1

Pamela 1

Kathryn 1

I open Kathryn's's message

"Kathryn: hi Ethan, you know all of us will be here for you, we will love and support you through everything I'm here for you no matter what."

Then I open Pam's

"Pam: Ethan your one of my best friends, I'm not ready to lose you, if you need anyone to talk to I'm here for you and so is everyone else."

Then I open Amy's message.

"Amy: hey Ethan, I know everyone is probably sending you these type of messages after your suicide attempt, but I'm here for just like everyone else."

Then I open Jack's.

"Jack: hi, I'm sorry that I couldn't make it to the hospital, but I just wanna say that me and everyone are here for you, your friends, fans, and family all love you and support you, I'm here for you and if you need to talk to anyone I'm here."

I ignored what he texted me and don't respond to my friends messages.

I get up and go to the kitchen. Tyler was in there cooking pancakes.

"Hi Eth." Tyler says.

'Hi Ty. " I say. Tyler hands me a plate and I sit down. Tyler grabs a plate for himself sits across from me.

I look at my food and started to eat. I never looked at Tyler I mostly spaced out and I was eating my food.

I was thinking about him.

"Are you ok?" Tyler asks.

"Umm... Yea- mayb- I guess? Uhhh... why?" I ask.

"You've been spacing out a lot." Tyler says.

"Oh, yeah I guess I have." I say.

"What you thinking about?" Tyler asks.

"Uhh... I've been thinking about, my friends." I lie. I was thinking about him.

"You sure?" Tyler asks.

"No, I'm not sure, but I don't want to talk about it!" I yell.

I get up.

"I'm sorry I yelled, I just don't want to talk about." I say.

"I understand, I'm just worried about you." Tyler says.

"Don't. I'm fine, really, It's ju- never mind. Well I'm gonna go its almost 11." I say.

"Ok, bye Eth." Tyler says.

"Bye Tyler." I say.

I want to die.

Then do it.

Fine.

I leave Tyler's apartment. I look at the stairs that lead to the roof. I shake my head. Not yet.

I go to my car and drive to Mark's house.

Once I get there Mark let's me in. He smiles at me. But I wasn't really in the mood. I sit down.

"Him?" Mark asks.

I give him a confused look.

"You had a dream about him didn't you?" Mark asks.

"Y-yeah..." I say. Tears want to come out. I look down and try blinking them away.

Mark hugs me. I burst into tears. Mark holds me while I cry. I cry onto his shoulder.

"Was it the same dream?" Mark asks.

"N-no." I sob.

"What was it about?" Mark asks.

"T-the r-r-rape." I say.

Mark nods and comforts me. I calm down and go to the guest bedroom. Even if it was 12 pm I needed sleep.

Mark had went back to doing whatever so I was alone.

Kill yourself, now...

No

Do it

Nobody will care

I know...

Good

Do it

Not yet

Soon...

Soon it is...