•♥• Gelanut •♥• [OLD AS FUCK]

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✨ -[Donut's POV]- ✨

We were walking to Gelatin's house,
but that's when..

"AHHHH!!"
Someone screamed, as a bow was shot through Gelatin's body.
Gelatin fell flat.

"GELATIN?!?!?"
I screamed, running towards Gelatin's lifeless body.

"GELATIN,
oh god...
No, Gelatin...!!
Please!!
This isn't funny..."
I started to tear up, as I shook Gelatin's body.

"Please...
Please!"
I shook his body more,
I started to cry.

"Where's Four?!?"
I asked, traumatized.

No one responded.

"Where's Four!!!"
I shouted, tears filled my eyes.

"Four and X said they were going on holiday for a year!!"
Barf Bag shouted, traumatized.

"Fuck!!"
I shouted, as tears ran down my face.
I look on where the bow came from..
But no one was there..

I started to cry over Gelatin's still lifeless body...
People surrounded us, as I cried and cried.

🌹 -[No one's POV]- 🌹

Donut wouldn't leave his room, after the funeral.
He never ate, rarely spoke to anyone.

All he drank was water, he did leave his room just to use to use the bathroom by that's about it..
He keeps writing in his diary over and over again:
“I can't.”

✨ -[Donut's POV]- ✨

I keep cutting myself,
I keep crying myself to sleep.

...I can't...
....I can't....
.....I can't.....
......I can't......

....

“I can't do this anymore....”
I whispered to myself.

“I'm coming Gelatin.. ”
I said, as I overdose on my antidepressants.

I sat down back on my bed..

“Goodbye cruel world.”
I semi-shout.

★ -[Barf Bag's POV]- ★

I overheard Donut say something as I pass through his door.

“Wait..”
“Donut-”
“DONUT OPEN UP!!”
I panicked.

The rest of my team came over to see what's happening.

“DONUT THIS ISN'T FUNNY, OPEN UP!”
I shouted, as I banged on the door.

“Wait, let me!”
Naily said, lock picked the door.

..It opened..

I swung open the door, but..
All I saw was Donut laying lifeless on his bed.

“Oh my god...”
Naily whispered, shocked.

“Donut!!”
I dashed towards Donut,
he had consume all his pills...

...It was too late...

“No....”
“No....!”
“NO”
I shouted, trying to wake him up..

I checked his pulse...

....nothing....

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