Rose pov.
It's been a week since Paxton got shot his funeral is today. I am wearing a black dress that goes to my knees. I haven't went to his grave I have been avoiding it. But I have to talk to him. I walk to his grave slowly. I touch it. I read the top. In memory of Paxton Summers just a regular high school teenage boy. I smile. But then it fades. "Paxton" I say trying not to cry. "I have something I tell you" I say. "I'm sorry I can't live like this anymore I miss you and I can't raise the twins on my own I'm sorry I love you" I say. I slowly take my hand off of his grave. I walk to my car and drive to the store. I buy a rope. I get home and tie the rope into a nuse. I drag a chair from the kitchen to the living room.I hang it but the scaling-fan. I jump down from the chair and grab a pice of paper. I write a letter to Ashton and Calum that they can take full custody for the twins. I put it by the door. I text them to come over in ten minutes. I go back to the living room. I get on the chair and put the rope around my neck. I start to remember the good times with Ash,Calum, and Paxton. I start to cry. I can't do this I say. I start to take the rope off my neck when my feet slip on the chair and I slowly feel my self lose oxygen. I hear the door open. Ash and Calum come in. "I love you Paxton" I say. Then it goes black.......
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FantasíaPaxton summers is your average 17 year old boy he has been suicidal for quite some time. This brunette 6'4 teen has had his heart set on dying. In his eyes it is inevitable everyone dies...Paxton Summers has been like this since he was malested by...
