When we got home I automatically locked myself in my room. Thurston banged on the door and pleaded that I come out but I ignored him. Mom and David came home after a while. I got off by telling her that I was sick and really didn't wanna talk; just wanted to relax .
Actually I wanted more. Relaxing just wasn't enough. I wanted to get away. From everything. From Thurston, from David, from my mother, from Bradley, from the news reports, from life..period .
I had some thoughts of ending my life, but I couldn't do it. Pain is not tolerable for me and I have the fear of God in me. I know what comes after death if I choose suicide .
I just wanted solutions.. I need solutions.
Thurston POV
My anxiety was being to kick in. My breathing was shallow and I was tired but couldn't fall asleep .
"Urgh!" I growled
Kym hated me and I couldn't stand it. I paced my room, punching things on occasion. This wasn't good . I has to calm down and I had just the remedy.
I took one of my pills, then another. I stared at the bottle and took another .. then another... and another .
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Borderline (BWWM)
Teen Fiction" I don't have time for your games Thurston." I sighed, exasperatedly " Me? I'm just throwing hints. Your the one playing games." He began walking toward me Chants were coming from downstairs. 10...9...8 "I gotta go." I grabbed the doorknob and T...
