A/N: This chapter contains mentions of suicide
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Days turned into weeks, and soon the tour ended.
I was almost happy, during those shows. But as soon as my feet touched down on street, life caught up to me. Counseling. Getting famous.
One of those should've brought me happiness, but both just brought me dread.
I couldn't handle the pressure. Not of fame. Not of therapy.
I couldn't...
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Johnnie texted me late at night. I had sensed nothing unusual, when we parted, but...
The messages just kept coming.
Call me.
I need you.
I feel like killing myself.
And I could do nothing. I did nothing but watch the messages come in one after the other. Details, bloody bloody details of the horrors in his mind.
I thought about that kiss. And the rest of me curled into a ball, shaking as my phone vibrated on the floor
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Cold At My Core | Johnnie Guilbert
FanfictionOne look. One look from across a mental health service's lobby. One single stare, and a small smile, was all it took for my life to flip upside down completely. COMPLETE
