Hello welcome to my book. Sorry that the first one is angst with the mentions of death. WARNING Death and Homosexuality. If you get triggered by anything written in this here are some support services.
America: https://www.nami.org/help
Uk:
https://www.themix.org.uk/get-support
Europe:
https://mhe-sme.org/library/youth-helplines/
This is all fictional so it is all coincidences.
Thankyou for reading.
They know that its almost over.
What else could i have done. I fucking tried. He layed there limp hooked up to any machine that they had. Tears streaming out of everyones eyes. The lifeless light dimming as every second passed.
Then it happened. A droned out noise peirced our ears; no way back now. It wasnt my fault. I didn't give it to him. I just wanted to scream. The two faced family he came from who had abused me. Who belittled me tried to comfot me. I just wanted to scream. What could i do to let it all out. It wasn't me. It wasn't me. It wasn't me. Their precious son couldnt be seen as a cheating gay. It wasn't me.
John Bloom died aged 27 the cause of death; Aids.
It wasn't me. It wasn't me. Wasn't me.
I couldnt tell them. Not now. The way they were all broken trying to hold on to anything they could. All hunched over each other like penguins huddling for warmth.
"It wasn't me," I had broken the silence. I had spoken out loud. I didnt mean to.
"Pardon?"
"It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. I dont have the disease. It wasn't me. It wasn't me," I sunk down it had taken everything away from me. Its now all over. The idol now to see who he really is. A worthless guy. Who I loved.
I didn't kill him.
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