A/n this is dedicated to @dirtbaglucas because she is awesome and has a really funny book bout the four dorks we love. This is really random but I hope you guys like it! I was inspired by Cal's song pref in boy by lm. Don't forget to vote and comment!
Six feet. That's how much there was between her and I. I would close the distance, but that would involve a shovel. And anyway, her body is probably rotting by now. I wouldn't want to see her anyway, the blood staining her wrists in lines. My throat starts to close up at the thought of what she did to herself. I glance around the room I'm currently in - the plain gloominess of it depresses me. The white sheets, white walls, white, white, white! She would of hated it. The tears start streaming down my face in a continuous flow, the sobs starting to echo around me. She left a note but I couldn't bear to look at it, hell, I still can't. With a surge of courage I pick up the folded piece of paper and look at the neat handwriting.
Mikey,
I'm really sorry for all of this - I never wanted to hurt you babe, but my hand was just aching to use my shiny friend again. Next thing you know, I have pressed it to my wrist and decided to do it, to kill myself. I love you baby, #bae haha no I'm sorry - that wasn't funny. But I mean it Mikey, I'll always love you babe.
Y/N xxxxx
Ugh, why can't she have come to me? Why did she have to do that to herself? My chest starts hurting and my throat starts to close up even more. Every breath is now a battle, every thought a surge of pain. My knees give out under me and I fall down to the floor. My fingers gingerly trace the red streaks in the carpet, the stains left from her blade. I haven't done anything about the blade - it's still covered in her blood, lying on top of the sink. A guttural sound comes from my mouth, the sobs begin to choke me. My face contorts into something ugly as I let inhuman noises escape my mouth. My hair is lying in greasy strands on my forehead - I dyed my hair for her because she loved it so much, now it just seems pointless. My stubble has grown into a short beard and my fingernails are long. I've lost my will to live, which sounds dramatic but once you lose the one you love, everything else becomes irrational. She was my rock, now it feels like I'm just floating.
