My Life (JC Caylen)([#WATTYS2015])

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I sigh as I look down at my hickey-covered body. I bite my lip and let out a quiet sob as I try moving my arms and legs. I hear footsteps, and a second later Connor walks in. He kisses my lips and bends down, picking something up from under the bed. He comes up with a big paper box,setting it on the bed close to my head. He opens it up and pulls out several different sex toys. "Connor," I say calmly. "Why are you doing this to me?" He chuckles "you need to give me what I want" I bite my lip again and sigh. "Okay. I'll give you whatever you want whenever and wherever you want. Please just let me go" I say. "Fuck" he says running his hand through his hair. "I love you Connor, please" I say, truthfully. I really do like Connor, he just doesn't deserve it. "I want to let you go Jc. I really do. But I cant" he says, leavening the room. I let out another sob and close my eyes, trying to sleep. I've been here for a few days, I don't know how long though. I haven't slept or eaten at all, but getting some water everyday. I let out a sigh as Connor enters again with a knife. I bite my lip, getting nervous. He sits near my feet, starting at the ropes with the knife. I begin moving my leg as soon as it's free. I do the same with my second legs and arms. "I'm sorry Jc" he says, throwing me a bag if cloths and walking out. I pull in the cloths and run out if the house. I walk home, head down. I notice every small thing that I pass. The squirrel that climbed that tree. The red Subaru that passed by, event hat there was no cars Kian's house, meaning his parents aren't home. I quickly ran into Kian's house, going into his room and sitting on his bed. It still smells like him. I sigh, picking up his pillow and leaving the house. I continue walking and after a while, I find my way home. I immediately find myself falling on the floor crying. After about half an hour of crying, I get up and walk slowly up to the bathroom, grabbing my razor. I slice my wrist, watching the droplets of blood take over my arm. I watch the blood pour onto the floor, falling over and everything turning black.
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A/N
I hate my irl friends. Some of them are so fake. Apparently me helping one of my friends gain confidence to ask his crush out is a bother to my other friend and I care way to much about other people. I didn't know that helping someone gain confidence was a bad thing on the first place but she's the one who told his crush that he was going to ask him out and then had the nerve to tell me I was a bad friend. Now she hates me and he thinks it was my fault and neither of them actually want me to give a shit about them anymore. I honestly can't believe that my helping someone ended one of my best friend groups.

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