we're older now : homophobia sequel

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TW! Self-Harm

oh and i updated the cover to homophobia and this one because i hated them

Stanley's POV

I shut the bathroom door and turned the lock. My mind and heart both racing at ungodly rates.

I felt like I was crumbling again. I felt like nobody cared anymore, not that they ever cared anyways.

I was tired.

I was tired of all of this unexplainable shit happening.

I was tired of people telling me they love and care about me but then turn around and leave me out on everything.

I'm so alone.

I always have been.

I looked around.

He's got to have hidden it.

I searched hard until I finally found it. I grabbed it and slid against the wall.

I looked at the scars.

The ugliest shit I'd ever seen.

I traced two of them with the blade, blood slowly oozing out.

"Stanley, open this door. Please. Stanley I know you're in there, and I know what you're doing. Please stop. Don't do this. Don't hurt me. I love you. You're worth everything in this fucking world. You're beautiful, amazing, you mean everything to me. Put the knife down!" Bill was panting, and I could hear his sobs.

I dropped the knife and let my wrists hang at my sides. I didn't move. I didn't say anything.

"Good," he must've heard the knife fall. "Now, I'm going to unlock the door. Let me find something, okay? Don't move."

I love you.

You mean everything to me.

He was probably just saying it.

As he says, "it was just in the heat of the moment."

I watched as the doorknob rattled and the door opened. Bill fell to his knees and I just stared at him. His eyes looked sad as he grabbed my wrist and found stuff to clean the two wounds.

I didn't speak.

I couldn't.

I tried. But nothing came out.

He bandaged up my wrists and looked me in the eyes. I just stared at him with tears falling numbly down my cheeks.

"Please don't-"

"You love me?" I finally said.

"I-" Bill stuttered. "Yeah- I mean- No? Yeah? I just, Stanley look.-"

"I know what you meant," I said.

Maybe I lied earlier.

Maybe I wasn't straight.

"We both have wives, Stan," he laughed softly.

"Go."

"What?"

"Please go."

He nodded slowly and grabbed the knife, shoved it in his pocket, and left.

I slammed my head into my knees that were now up to my chest.

I'm breaking.

Or maybe I've always been broken.

y'all i wanted them to kiss so bad and i sound like a fan fiction fan girl but it's like my own fanfic so i-

but they're m a r r i e d

SOMEONE TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS LIKE WHAT I SHOULD DO TO GET THEM D I V O R C E D

HELP