☆HIGH(SCHOOL)☆ lil peep

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Tracy POV:

🔞OVERDOSE TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

The ride home had been silent, all except for the music lowly playing in the background and Emma's light snores. I kept an eye on Gus and he kept looking back at Emma through the mirror when he stopped at stoplights, and for some reason it made my blood boil. I know Gus, and I really hope he's not thinking what I think he's thinking. We pulled up to our house before I could finish my thoughts. Gus lived with his mom and brother, while I live next door with my mom and dad. I'm still in high school but I barely show up to school, and the only reason I haven't dropped out yet is that neither of me parents finished high school and they always talk about how much they regret it, and how it would "break their hearts" if I didn't graduate. My parents have been really supportive of my dreams, only because they themselves used to make music and actually were pretty popular in the area they lived in when they were younger. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt and Gus got out and went to the back to get my bags.

 Gus has always been a really helpful person, and he would literally do anything for anybody, even if he was exhausted. Because he felt like saying no to someone was like hurting them. He cares about his friends and family, more than anything, but over the past year, he's turned into a whole new person. He went ice cold, heartless. 

He got his heartbroken by this toxic girlfriend he had; Layla. All of GBC warned him and tried to tell him she was sus, but he didn't care, because he apparently "loved" her. But she used him for clout, drugs, money, and sex, and when she cheated he stopped talking to everyone. He went full ghost, I'm pretty sure he left for a while, like, out of state. Not letting his family, or friends know. We honestly thought he died or something. And then when he came back, he was a whole different person. He had no emotion, no feelings, and he started to drown his pain in sex and drugs and liquor, and no one said anything. But we were all worried, especially me. I even had to revive him a few times when he overdosed. 

Flashback

"Gus!" No response.

"Hey Gus, I'm gonna head next door and go home I love you!" No response. Even though Gus didn't give a fuck about other people he always told me he loved me when we parted, so it was unusual that he didn't reply. 

"Gus?" 

I was standing by the doorway, trying to hold myself up so I didn't fall. I was so fucked up that I could barely stand. I sighed. I  stumbled my way over to the stairs and stood there for a while. The house was silent. There was no talking, no movement, no music, nothing. Just pure silence. Gus' mom was on vacation visiting her dad, and normally Gus would tag along with her but he told her he had to work on a school project. He probably did, but instead, he would have a party.  I slowly started to climb the stairs, holding onto the railing as my knees buckled and trembled under me. 

Once I finally made it to the top I  stopped in front of the first door, Gus' room. The door was black and had "Peeps room" written in sharpy on it. I remember when we were crossfaded and his mom was working late during parent-teacher conferences and he drew that, and when his mom got home she was so pissed she almost yelled at me. But Liza wouldn't do that, Liza was chill as fuck, and wouldn't even hurt a fly, not even mentally. 

I knocked on the door. No response. I turned the knob and it was unlocked. The room was pitch black, except for the light from his bathroom shining on the other side of the room.

"Gus?" I called out nervously. 

I slowly walked over to the bathroom and paused outside the slightly cracked open door. I slowly pushed it open and it creaked loudly, making me wince. And to my surprise, Gus was laying on the floor. I gasped and rushed over to him. A bottle of oxycodone was spilled next to him and he was foaming out the mouth.