Unplanned Madness

Unplanned Madness

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 7, 2018
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"Jay,..." He panted "You gotta." His tears poured down harder from his red puffy eyes smearing the dirt smudges on his face. His his blood stained hands gripped mine tighter. "Help me!" his voice cracking. My heart wrench in pain knowing what he had done. Taking him in a tight hug. My eyes watered but no tears came. "Okay." I replied. - Jayden Berry a local boy in a local boring town were nothing's happens. His shelter older brother was sent off to college, his perfect parents so proud. Himself, a secluded, depressed, nerd. Or so everyone thought. When his younger brother who he loved so dearly more then anyone was framed for murder. Former best friend wants back into his life. And trying to finish his last year of school with good grades and go off to college to finally empress his parents once. Choosing may be difficult but whatever he chooses will be final.
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[Every story has many sides, this one here is Split in two.] Introducing Henry Simmons, teenage student just like any other, surviving the harsh highschool ambient everyone goes through. Henry's sour life turns into a confusing mess when his best friend's twin brother shows up, the way he acts towards him makes him confused, he tries to figure out what he did wrong. He has truly no idea. //TW: Mention and portrayal of Mental health issues and conditions, which may not be accurate.// - - • • • - - "I feel like I'm dying." Henry confessed, his guts hurt, his head was spinning, his heart was pumping and his mind was screaming, he wished to sleep and rest for at least a moment. "You're not dying, you're just wasted out of your shit." Nick said. Henry looked at Nick, and he looked down, at the floor. "Holden is a piece of shit, but you have a certain thing that intrigues me." Nick confessed. "Me?" Henry asked. "You, Henry Simmons, not Holden Simmons." The staring contest became a contest of curiosity, a sort of attraction like a magnet, pulling and pulling, but never strong enough to force the motion. - - • • • - -

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