grayson:
"ethan please hurry!" i yelled at him.
i swear, he's driving as slow as a fucking sloth.
"grayson i'm going 50 in a 40!" he yelled back at me.
"please, please, please ethan." i begged him.
"fuck it."
he looked all around him, and saw barley any cars. all of the sudden, he gunned it, and we went flying down the road.
after going 65 in a 40 for another mile or 2, we turned into scarletts neighborhood.
"call her ethan." i demanded.
"you do it!"
"i blocked her number."
"you're a fucking idiot."
he got on his phone and dialed scarletts number, putting it on speaker and handing the phone to me.
it rang for a while, until the line went dead.
"she wont answer ethan." i threw his phone back at him.
"we're at her house, let's just go in."
we got out of the car, and i made a beeline for the door. i turned the knob, and it was unlocked. i pushed the door open and ran inside, going up to her room.
"scarlett!" i yelled, opening her bedroom door.
where is she?
"scarlett?"
i ran out of her room and into aidens, "scarlett!"
no answer, she's not here either.
i then ended up searching her whole upstairs, no luck.
where the fuck is she?
"ethan!" i yelled.
"yeah?" he called back, from downstairs.
"look for her downstairs, she's not up here!"
"on it."
i went back into her room and sat down on her bed, what if something happened to her?
after about 10 minutes of sitting on scarletts bed, ethan ran into her room, he had a worried expression on his face.
"why are you making that face?" i asked.
"because, she's not downstairs."
i jolted up from the bed, "where could she be?"
"i don't know, but she left this." he responded, holding up her phone.
"are you sure she wasn't down there?"
"no, just her phone."
i instantly began to feel nauseous, what if she ran away?
"ethan, i need a breather." i said, making my way towards her bathroom.
i walked over to her bathroom, and opened the door.
once i looked up though, i felt my heart literally fucking shatter.
"no!" i yelled, running up to scarletts body.
there she was, slumped down against the bathtub, the water filled with blood.
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roses//g.d
Fanfiction"i brought you roses." "thank you, but the roses aren't going to help." disclaimer: if you aren't comfortable with the talk of self harm, bullying, suicide, etc then you might not want to read this