Connor Murphy felt alone.
Remington Parks felt alone.
Connor Murphy hated the world and the way it treated him, like he was a criminal, a useless child, like the only thing he could do was smoke weed, nobody wanted to understand him, and he knew that.
Remington Parks hated the world and the way it treated him, like he was a spectacle for people to stare at, like he was some expensive painting to show off, like he wasn't real, like he was an object to gawk at, nobody cared to understand him, and he knew that.
Connor Murphy was bitter, cold, angry, and alone.
Remington Parks was bitter, closed off, afraid, and alone.
Connor Murphy was full of secrets, and that was how he planned to stay.
Remington Parks was full of secrets, and that was how he had to stay.
Connor Murphy had one secret that he wanted to take to the grave.
Remington Parks had one secret he was terrified to share.
"no matter how loud I scream, nobody ever seems t-"
"-to hear you, and maybe its because they can't see you, or it's because they don't care enough to notice"
"how did you know?"
"because I've been screaming too"
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Will I Ever Make A Sound: Connor Murphy
FanfictionRemington Parks is a quiet boy. Connor Murphy is an angry one. the two of them have nothing in common, or so they think. when secrets are revealed, can two broken souls find save each other? (trigger warning for self harm, suicide ( attempts and tho...
