second chance(creepypasta Fanfic)

Andrew's death

Uh this chapter is only meant for mature teens, it has alcohol, self harm

I was really inspired by this video to make andrew. He kind of acts like angel dust(the dancing spider dude in the video) except andrew doesn't get around like that.

Andrew

He was pacing back and forth in his own room, it didn't fit his taste at all. It was a nice white room with not much decorations other than a few posters.

Andrew was quite nervous right now, today he was coming out to his homophobic parents that he was gay. He was scared of how they would react. Would they accept him? Or would they get mad.

He wasn't afraid of them hurting him physically because Andrew knows they would never hit anybody. The worst that could happen is that he will get yelled at and kicked out of house for a while.

Making up his mind andrew walked out of his room, at moment's like these he really wished he let aiden come and help him. Sighing he padded down the stairs nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"Uh... mom" Andrew said with a gulp. "Dad..?"

His dad looked up from his newspaper while his mom walked out of the kitchen with a cloth in her hand, drying it out after doing the dishes.

"Yes bean?" His mother said.

"I...uh ahem i have something to tell you guys" andrew rubbed his arm looking down at the floor. An awkward silence filled the room. "What is it son?" His father said sipping his coffee.

"Mom...dad..." Andrew took a deep breath.

"Im gay"

His father reacted quickly spitting out his coffee. "What?!" He slammed the mug down. His mother started crying placing her head in her face.

"Im gay dad.... mom" andrew took that as a bad sign. Rubbing his arm tears slipping out his eyes.

"Go to your room son, we need time to discuss this." His father said rubbing his eyes.

Andrew walked up to his room, sliding down his door after closing it. He hugged his legs close to his body before breaking down in his knees. What if they sent him away? Or kick him out of the house? He cried for a bit more before digging under his pillow to find his pocket knife.

He examined the blade tears still dripping from his eyes. Andrew dragged a finger down the blade which cut through a layer of skin. A chill went through his body before he sliced the center of his arm.

He felt relieved, having the dark blood rushing out of its prison known as skin.

He started cutting at his thigh, its easier to hide, letting more and more blood out until he grew dizzy. Now finally realizing what he had done he quickly got up to take a shower.

Washing away the blood stung, the hot water going into the cuts burned but andrew didn't feel it. He loved his parents and didn't want to leave them, he shouldn't have told them, why was he born like this?

Andrew got out of the shower placing a towel around his body. Andrew really needed aiden here with him. The boy grabbed the first aid kit, nit even bothering to place disinfectant on the wounds. He patched up his thigh but left the cut on his arm alone.