Liability: Another Crennen/Bolby Fanfic
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Last published Sat, Jul 27, 2019
Everything that we do has an effect on others.
It's a concept that we've all known since the very beginning of our youth. They shove it down your throat in school. Your parents stress it all the time. Throughout all of my twenty years of life, the Ripple Effect has been the only constant concept.
It is the only thing I can't seem to get.
No matter what I do, my mind physically can not comprehend the fact that what I do matters. No, instead it blocks out the years of brainwashing I've floated through and amplifies the people that live in my brain. They scream at me all the time, telling me that, even if I try my hardest, I'll just manage to make a mess of things anyway, so nothing really matters.
Those people don't like me. I wonder why they won't move out.
Liability. Now that is an idea I can get behind.
See, no one ever plans to be a liability; sometimes your mental stability goes a little crazy and you end up becoming one.
That's what happened to me. I, Colby Brock, have become a liability.
How could someone single handedly ruin everything that was ever good in life?
Well, it all started with a crush.
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