Bullied by the Boys (26MGMT) Fanfiction

Thirty-nine

Hazels POV

I woke up with a blood stain on my sheets. Ya I know what your're thinking, but that's not it. My bandage from my stitches unraveled while I was sleeping, causing my bloody arm to slide all over my bed.

I was slowly waking up but i was forced to clean my arm. I checked my phone which was on the side of my nightstand. 27 messages.

3 missed calls

15 texts all saying EMERGENCY ANSWER! 😭😭

9 other notifications

Oh shit! Today is Saturday which means I'm going to the Grier's house 😑

Well anyway, all of the texts and calls were from Courtney. I called her and...

"He-hello?" I here someone say into the phone. They sound like they're sad or they've been crying. I also hear some sniffles.

"Courtney"

"Ya?"

"Are you okay? you don't sound to good"

"SHES GONE HAZEL SHES GONE" I hear her sob into the phone

"What? who's gone. Calm down everything will be alright"

"T-t-Tay" she says

"What? is she okay? what happened to her"

"H-her boyfriend Todd committed suicide a-and s-she was so u-upset that s-she committed suicide after h-he did" she's crying so much through the phone.

"Ya your joking right?" I didn't feel sorrow or anything. It didn't seem real enough to be true.

"I-I'm not kidding Hazel."

I started crying into the phone and hung up.

I jumped onto Instagram and checked to see if she posted anything. She did.

She posted a picture of someone hanging themselves with the caption "bye guys. I'm sorry. Maybe i can spend some time with you in paradise if you join me too"

The caption of her pic was also the last thing she tweeted.

I want to kill myself so I could be with her. Right now. But how. And what do I use. My mom heard me crying and she barged in.

"HONEY WHATS WRONG"

"SHES GONE. SHES GONE"

"HONEY. Calm down it's okay who's gone?" this sounds like the exact conversation I just had with Courtney.

"Tay"

"Hazel what happened?"

"She committed suicide because her boyfriend did"

I couldn't stop crying. I don't want to be alive right now. By tonight, maybe I'll have already convinced myself that it's alright to take my own life.

I sat there crumpled in my moms arms. Crying. crying.