STORY OF A SNITCH [hollywood undead fanfic]

Chapter 1 [I Hate You]

Jorel picked up the phone to an unknown number. "Hello" Jorel answered with a confused expression. "KILL YOURSELF!" the unknown caller screamed into the phone and hanging up instantly. He felt a huge pain in his chest when the caller hung up. Jorel felt like he was gonna explode with tears. Who would do something like that, why, ever since Aron was kicked out of the band.

He began to think maybe it was Aron calling, or may be a member from 9 lives. Jorel did vote him out of the band, Aron was a Dick but Aron was his best friend even before the band.

Jorel wanted to chuck his phone at the wall 100 rimes till it shatters. Jorel felt a small splash of water on his hand, tears, Jorel was starting to cry. Jorel forcefully shoved himself on his bed. Jorel lied there and cried till he fell asleep. Why me, why now, what's wrong with me

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"Has anyone seen J, he's been gone for a while?" Danny asked.

"Nobody has seen him all day why, i mean, he could be working on a new album," George answered "or it could be him working on vocals?" George added.

"Well maybe, i should check on him" Danny stated.

Danny ran up the stairs to Jorels room. The upstairs was a hallway with three rooms. One room on the right, left, and finally at the end of the hall. The hallway wasn't very large, but as the rooms they were medium large. The hallway was a dull dark grey color. The upstairs was carpeted with a white, rough, carpet.

Danny began to tip toe slowly to Jorels room, just in case Jorel was hiding something, or something he can listen in on and tell the guys. But Danny heard nothing, no practicing vocals, and no music playing or phone calls. It was Absolutely silent.

Danny started to sped up to the loud silence. Danny finally made it to Jorels room. There Jorel was sound asleep. Danny slowly came closer not wanting to disturb Jorels beauty sleep.

Jorel was laying on his stomach with his arms crossed above him. He was resting his head on his arm sideways in Danny's direction, on the left side of the bed.

Danny was standing there examining Jorel in his beauty sleep, but it didnt look so happy before his nap. Danny felt Jorels pillow which was damp. Jorels face was also red. His eyes were puffy and red.

Danny felt Jorels face, it was soft and damp. Danny took a seat by Jorel on his bed.

Jorels bed was soft the blanket was red and black to match his room. His walls were painted red with a few black stipes, mostly at the bottom of the walls. Jorel also has a huge window that takes up most of the wall so a lot of light shines through. But today was cloudy with a chance of rain. The window had curtains and blinds to cover the window.

Jorel had a desk in front of the widow where he worked on stuff for the band. The desk was mostly glass and metal. It had a mac book laptop on it with a few CD copies of the album V. There were also a few pieces of paper coming up with a chorus for a new song for a new album. Danny could just barely read the huge heading on top.

GOTTA LET GO

Danny heard the band talking about the new album gotta let go. Something caught Danny's eye, it was Jorels phone. It was a text message from UNKNOWN. Danny took the phone and unlocked it. He saw Jorels password a billon times so he knows.

Unknown: KILL YOURSELF

Unknown: YOU SHOULD DIE

Unknown: SNITCH

Unknown: I HATE YOU

Danny was shocked to see the texts this person has been sending. Danny covered his mouth he wanted to cry. Jorel has been acting off recently and Danny found out why. No wonder Jorel has been ignoring him. He tried blocking the number, danny did and set his phone down on his night stand.

Danny looked at Jorel with a sad expression on his face. He put his hand on Jorels back and began to rub his back. Why would someone do something so cruel, so mean, its disgusting to think about.

Danny felt bad for Jorel and chose to leave, but before he did he covered Jorel up in a black blanket. Danny quickly left, he looked behind him as he left feeling and illness in his stomach.