Monday:
Hey it's me... umm... I guess I don't really know what to say... I guess... I'm sorry... please... um... please call me back... I need you.Tuesday:
Hey... so um... answering machine again huh?... well... I just wanted to say... I'm really sorry... I know it's all my fault I know I'm a terrible person and I know I don't deserve you. I know I'm a fuck up to everyone, I know, but please... I need you... I don't think I can live without you... I love you! Please...uh... please call me back.Wednesday:
It's me... again.. just... uh... just wanted to see if you'd pick up... um... please. I know I keep begging but I need you. Okay... um... bye.Thursday:
He-... so... um... hi... for the fourth time... I don't know how long it's gonna take... I guess until one of us gives in? To... whatever. But um... I just called to say I'm sorry and that I love you and that I need you... gosh... I'm going insane... bye.Friday:
Look it's me again I know I'm annoying... you know having this girl you never want to see again calling you every day but um... remember... remember when you found out about my self-harm depression? You said that if I ever was thinking about it to talk to you. Well I'm back at it... but I'm thinking it's not enough... I need to go further... but most of all I need you back. Please.Saturday:
I'll keep it short and sweet. I hope you're having fun doing whatever with the guys. But just know when you get back tomorrow...
I won't be able to call...
I won't be able to answer...
I won't be able to write...
I won't be able to see you...
Because... because I'll be dead... I'm finally getting what I deserve... so um... this is goodbye... I love you...Sunday:
Gerard... she's... she's dead... I'm sorry... I tried... I know what she did was wrong but I know you and I both know you'd never wish her dead... Gerard please she left me a note... it says... "Frankie, I love you. You have been the best brother ever. I made a big mistake and hurt Gerard badly. I've only gotten what I deserve. Goodbye.
~Your dead sister
Kylee."
Gee please.Today:
Seven days... that's all it took... I ignored her voice messages... I got back and listened to the last two... yes Kylee hurt me but I still fucking love her.
I want her back in my arms.
I want to hold her, breath in the sent of her hair, see the big beautiful smile she has, hear the ringing of her laugh, feel the touch of her skin with mine, her smooth lips on mine... I want her back but now... now we're burying her six feet under... it's hard for me to say goodbye...(she really didn't have a problem with it though...) but I have to right now... I need to be strong... it's what Kylee would have wanted.
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Smol Imagines
FanfictionSmol emo/fandom imagines. (Pretty shitty) requests WIDE open. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNINGS: self harm, depression, mentions of suicide.⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️