𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯.
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I set the gun's barrel on my temple, my finger on the trigger, I repeat, "Steady.. steady..." and finally, "Bang." I'm dead.
"Mickey, where's my brush?" Mandy barges through the door.
"How the fuck do I know?" I shove the gun underneath the bed. "Get out of my room."
"What are you doing?" She asks.
"Nothing." I say, tying my shoes and grabbing my backpack. "Don't worry about me." I push by her to leave the room. She follows after me, bombarding me with a million questions that aren't her business at all.
"I don't know where your brush is. Ask Iggy or something, he's always stealing things."
"Mick!" She exclaims.
I turn around, "What?!"
"I'm really glad you're back." There's a sense of genuineness in her voice. It takes a lot of strength for me to not walk away.
"I'm glad, too." I think I've mastered the skill of lying. "I'll be back soon, alright?"
She nods and waves. I leave the house and head to a very special destination. A place I haven't been to in a while.
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Again, the day is silent. The sun is hot and the water is inviting. I've always wondered what it would feel like to drown. It's a long way down, I think.
I watch the water for some time. It moves calmly, relaxingly. Hours may have passed before I finally decide to leave. On my way, I'm stopped by a familiar freckled face. "Ian." I say.
He's already holding his notepad up with words prewritten.
I'M SORRY.
I laugh. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to be saying?"
He flips the page and writes something else: I have something to tell you
I hesitate a little bit. "Okay."
He starts writing and at the same time he finishes and is about to show me, I say something.
"I'm planning on killing myself."
His face goes pale. I read what he wrote and mine does too.
I forgive you.
Regret courses through my veins. If only there were a way to take back words. I wish I never said anything at all.
Why? He writes.
I swallow a lump in my throat. "I don't know."
Don't do it. Please.
"I'm already going to."
He circles Don't.
"It doesn't matter" I whisper, turning to face the water again.
He writes: Let me help you.
"I think it's too late." I say. "I just came back to tell you that I'm sorry. You're the only person I really wanted to tell."
We exchange looks of despair. I start to lean into him, my hand finding it's way on the back of his head. A second before I do something else that I regret, I back away. "I'll see you." I say and leave.
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Mickey: The world is an unforgiving place.. but he forgave me.
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MUTE || Gallavich
Fanfiction[Complete] Ian Gallagher hasn't been mute his entire life, in fact, he's just gotten used to it. When troublemaker Mickey Milkovich moves back onto his neighborhood, he finds out that his bully isn't the same as before: he's nice. Mickey plans to s...
