and now
she'll start crying. The tears fall
down her face, as she cuddles with her teddy. No, that makes it
worse. He gave her that bear. She throws it across the room, a
scream echoeing out of her throat. "So much for loving
me." She sobs, pulling off her sweatshirt. "I need a
knife. WHERE'S MY KNIFE!" Her paranoia sinking in, she
starts slicing her arm with an abandoned pencil, tearing away the
letters bearing his name. Crawling towards the kitchen, she finds
a knife. Her parents will find her hours later, her suicide note
in hand. why'd it
go wrong?
and now
he lays on his bed, fidling with
everything. Hands jerky from countless pills he popped. He
can't sit down. He goes through out the room, tearing down
picture after picture of them two together. "She said
forever." He cried out, smashing another one. "She said
always." He sobbed, ripping open another bottle from his
bathroom cabinet. Three, four, soon they're all gone. Swaying
on the spot he crawls towards his bed, and reaches underneath it.
He starts writing. Handwriting uneven from his unstable drugs, he
writes down countless reasons why. Taping a picture of her to the
bottom, he moves towards his parents room, and grabs the gun.
why'd it go
wrong?