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I hold up the gun, my palms sweating my brain over thinking

"L! pull the fucking trigger!" Daren yells

"Please! I have a wife and kids! don't shoot! Without me they'll end up on the streets!"

I don't want to do this, but it's to late to give in, if I give in I die, if I don't this guy dies, I loose either way.

"L! what the fuck are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for a celebration" I smirk with my smoke destroyed grungy but smooth, evil voice, obviously I was petrified I don't want to do this but I'm no idiot

I press down on the piece of plastic, the piece that separates a human

Life or death,

All It takes is a single press and it's done

I hear a large bang

I look up, I got him,he was dead, I've just made another family less I guess would be what I say

I drop the gun

"You did good"

I sit and shake

"You can go now, it's over" Darren said hugging me

"Now go home for tonight clean your clothes and shit, I'll see you at 9pm " he says

I leave and get home

"Ew your co there'd in blood!" a barbie says

"It's paint, idiot" I moan

"K, emo dweeb!" she giggled

I ignore her and go to my room and look at my crappy phone 5 miss calls from mike

I call back

"Hey babe you called?" I ask

"Oh yea, don't worry I'll text ya"

"Ok, love you" I say

"Yea"

He hung up I stuck my clothes in the was and waited for a reply

'Your dumped, idek why I stayed tbh it was a dare in the first place, u suck in bed btw! To bad I filmed it though! it's funny, you thought someone would go out with a fat slag who's way to open! Lol, btw I wouldn't dare come in tomoz lol! die little emo'

That's the text?

He couldn't say it over the phone or face to face

I punch the wall and scream no one listens to me, they never to

Pills, rope, razor, building

A weird 4 but all related in some way

Suicide

Death

Reason

And mourning

I find it funny how people can romanticise these things, suicide, self harm, bullying,

I go into the toilets, I grab some paracetamol and razors and put them in my bag, I run up the many stairs to get to the roof top

Funny how things change, from perfect to terrible eh? I killed a man today, I was dumped and used by a jerk and now I'm here

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