What If? (Merome Fanfiction) (Discontinued)

What If? (Merome Fanfiction) (Discontinued)

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What if people weren't so mean? What if I was never bullied? What if life was worth living? What if I was different? What if I didn't have flaws? What if someone finally loved me? My name is Mitchell Hughes. I am a lonely, depressed, and suicidal 18 year old. I am a man, and I like men, especially my friend Jerome. I guess you can call him my best friend. I started to have feeling for him 1 year after we met, and not long after I began to fall into a depression. We met about 2 and a half years ago.I can't stop asking myself What If...?
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CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

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