Fucked up: Tiktok boys bxb

Two

I stumbled up the steps to the bleachers. If I go to sleep now I doubt I'll wake up for a long time. Plus I probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep. I just sat there zoning off for god knows how long before I heard the whistle. I got up and made my way inside. I walked to the bathroom and sat on the top part of the toilet closing the door to the stall.

I want to go to sleep. I don't want to go to sleep, I want to slip into complete death. I never want to wake up. I open up my bag and take a few hits of my pen. I then went to the other pocket finding a small box and opening it. I grabbed the small silver blade. I also grabbed a sharpie and started writing on the wall.

Who ever is seeing this, sorry you had to. I know you don't care I just feel bad, it's kind of a dick move putting this on you. I bet you don't even know my name, maybe you do. Maybe you're one of the people that hates me, you most likely are. Also I would like to apologize to the person cleaning this up, it is selfish of me to leave such a mess. I know what you are expecting but I'm not saying goodbye to anyone or apologizing to anyone else. A lot of people say this but no one will miss me and that is a fact. None of the people here will be sad, no one here even talks to me. I just don't see a future for me and I can't take the present anymore. Don't pity me, i'm not scared. I'm not doing it here for attention or anything, I just can't do it at home and I have nowhere else. I'm just too tired to keep this life thing up.
- Jaden Hossler

I put the marker back and sat down on the floor with my back to the wall. I grabbed the razor and pressed it to my arm. I took a deep breath and pressed down hard. I winced at the harsh pain before switching hands and slicing down the other wrist. It was difficult since my hands were shaking. I watched the blood flow as I dropped the razor and began feeling light headed. Bye life, won't miss you.

Josh's POV
We are sitting in class and the teacher was calling attendance. "Jeffery Gallagher.... here. Jaden Hossler...... Jaden Hossler..... Has anyone seen Jaden?", The teacher asked. Some kid asked loudly,  "Who the hell is Jaden?" Another kid asked, "Isn't he that quiet kid?" Anthony speaks up, "He isn't quiet he's mute." He says shaking his head. "Oh I think I saw him walk into the bathroom a little bit before I came in here." Another kid stated. "Braden, can you go see if he's sick or something?", Our teacher asked before he got up and walked out.

A minute later he ran back in with what looked like blood on his hand. "Mrs. Jefferson, you need to see this!" He said before running out. She ran after him and didn't come back for like twenty minutes. When she did she had blood on her shirt and tears in her eyes. "Is Jaden okay?" I asked concerned of the blood. A tear fell down her cheek, "He will be fine." I looked at Anthony and he was already looking at me. "Are you implying he isn't okay right now?" Anthony asked shifting in his seat to sit up straight. "I'm legally obligated not to tell you." What the fuck. What happened to him.

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Jaden's POV
I opened my eyes to see really bright lights. Am I dead right now? My eyes began adjusting and I realized i'm in a hospital room. I wanted to scream. Why? Why did I have to live? I just wanted to die. Why keep me here? Fuck. A couple of doctors walk in. "Your mom came here earlier. She agreed to sign you into an inpatient program. But she didn't stay long." I nodded. I just cried. I don't want to be alive right now. Please tell me this is some sick joke. I went to run my hand through my hair but couldn't move my arm. I looked down and saw my bandaged arm with a restraint around my wrist. I start feeling uncomfortable, I don't like being restrained to beds, it brings back a lot of unwanted memories. "Sorry about that, it's policy incase you try to hurt yourself."

I just cried quietly while one of the doctors was pressing buttons on the machine next to me. "Can you tell me how old you are?" He said looking at me holding a clipboard. I brought my hand as high as I could and put up five fingers hoping he understood. "Fifteen? Why aren't you talking?" He asked and I had no way to respond. I hold up my hand to try and symbolize a phone. He looks at me strangely before walking to my phone and grabbing it. He handed it to me and I started explaining everything. After a couple hours they said I was okay enough to go. I was on the way to this facility, I don't want to go here. I don't even want to be on the planet. I surely don't want to talk to anyone about it.