'The body of the boy who killed himself is the son of Mr.phelps the owner of knockfell church...Travis phelps was found in his bedroom hanging from a noose this morning with a note by his body...his mother was the first one who found her son.'
(Sals prosthetic is off)
My jaw dropped.
We weren't close.
But he helped me..
He helped my friends.
'L..Larry h..he's dead!'
Tears soon came drawing to my eyes and it became blurry.
'Sal don't worry'
'WORRY?! OF FUCKING COURSE IM GOING TO WORRY LARRY HE HELPED GET RID OF ASHLEYS DEMON AND YOU DONT WANT ME TO WORRY?! HE WAS A. FRIEND TO ME YES HE WAS AN ASSHOLE BUT A FRIEND!'
I shouted back and ran out the apartment to the elevator..
Thoughts corrupted my mind.
It's your fault he's dead..
'I know'
You pushed Larry away he'll hate you now aswell.
'I know!'
Your dads tired of you.
'Mhm'
Your a worthless shit Lisa has to put up with.
'I know..'
Die nobody would care..
'I know' I choked out through my sobs.
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~Not an average love story~
Fanfiction❗️WARNING❗️ This story/series contains Gore Rape Smut Sexual assault Homophobic slurs Depression Suicidal thoughts ect
