pushed too far (Hollywood undead)

Broken

I was out for a walk, first walk in a few weeks. Yuma and gadjet were a bit surprised but happy I was being myself again, I walked, being lost in thought trying to wrap my head around what Danny had been telling me.  I walked and didn't hear the bell to a store door opening, I bumped straight into someone. I ended up falling back, I had been getting weak and sensitive over the weeks. I looked up. Johnny, he stared at me, I gulped. "Watch it." He snapped, I flinched. "Aw, is little deucey boy scared he may get his ass beat?" Charile teased. "I-im sorry... " I said quietly but loud enough for them to hear, johnny scoffed and walked off. I heard Jay say something about me. I got up   and turned around to walk to my house. Why? Why did that happen? Danny had promised something and wasn't there. I shook my head. Maybe another time he would...

One week later
Ok, Danny had broken his promise... Three more times I ran into the guys, more insults, more threats, more cutting. It was becoming to much for me... I sat on my couch, I had a beer in my hand, I wanted nothing more than just to sleep and never wake up again... I knew that was possible, but what would become of Yuma and gadjet and the others if I had? I went to the bathroom, grabbed the pills from the medicine cabinet, and popped it open, putting one in my mouth and chugging my beer until I swallowed the pill. 

Going back to my couch, I sat and had a few more beers. There I passed out.

When I woke up, I had a massive headache, I sat up, rubbing my head. My phone buzzed, I picked it up.

Unknown: hey Aron, it's jorel. I texted you for one reason; Danny had told me what was going on. Is that all true?

I didn't feel like texting back but I did anyway

Deuce: yes, it's all true, but why do you care? You've been talking shit.

Jorel: I know, I know. Danny hates me for it. I want to help you

Deuce: too late I'm too broken to be fixed...

We left our conversation like that...

A few days later
It had gotten worse, I had been taking more pills, drinking more. I was considering so much. Yuma had found out what was going on and tried helping but it was no use...

I knew, I had to end it...