Shane's P.O.V:
I finally got myself to check my twitter. I slowly walk into my kitchen, where I left my phone. I unlock it.
I saw that the hashtag #shaneisdead and #faggotdawson is trending. What the fuck? I check my mentions. I see tweets like " @shanedawson, rest in peace. not sure how you died but I love you." and other tweets like " @shanedawson you gay queer!!!!"
Why would people think I'm gay? I click onto Lisa's twitter.
"So me and Shane broke up. Why? Because he's a big fat gay faggot!!!!! I walked in on him and some other guy kissing. G A Y."
I throw my phone down and cry. Unable to think of what else to do, I pick it back up and press record.
"hey guys.... so uh, yeah I'm not dead." I laugh a sad laugh. "or gay. I'm alive. i'm not saying I'm okay, but I'm here. Please don't be worried. Not that anyone would be...." I sniffle. "So um," I start, my voice cracking. "Lisa and I broke up. I saw that she was spreading shit around, so here's what really happened. I was filming a collab with Joey, and we were dared to kiss, again. And uhm-" I start to sob. I look down at my cuts, which the camera couldn't see. "Fuck, you know what, here's the clip guys." I pause the camera, so I can edit the clip in. "And uh, people keep calling me gay and dead.... I guess people believe that because I'm just... worthless." I break down again. "I'm gonna go. Nobody cares. And if there still is a few of you guys that still do care, I love you so fucking much. And I'm sorry that you have such a fat, ugly, worthless idol. Goodbye."
I edit the clip in and upload it.
That was my final video ever. I am sure of it.
The worst thing of all, is that I think I have feelings for Joey. Fuck, I know I have feelings for Joey.
I go into my bathroom and look for my blades, but it wasn't there. I begin to search frantically, but I can't find them.
"FUCK!" I scream, slamming the drawer and breaking it. I look at my ugly self in the mirror. I punch the glass, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.
I tug at my hair.
I dig my nails into my arm.
I have to cut.
Joey's P.O.V:
We get into the car, and I start to drive. I'm sweating, and I have a hard grip on the steering wheel.
"Relax babe, he's okay." Darcie assures me.
"I have a feeling somethings wrong, Dar." I stutter, my voice cracking.
"You really care about him, don't you." She says, rubbing my back.
"He's such a great, uh, friend.. I don't want to loose him, Dar." I whisper the last part.
She kisses my cheek.
Shane's P.O.V:
I look in the kitchen.
No knifes, no sharp objects at all, in fact.
Fuck, Joey.
THE GLASS!!!! my mind shouts at me.
I race over into my bathroom and pick out the sharpest piece of glass I could find on the floor. I take it, and with a firm grip, rip into my wrist as hard as I can. I switch hands, and with the glass on the other wrist, I cut into my wrist as deep as I can. I'm not as strong as usual, in fact I'm extremely weak, but it seems to do the trick because I feel the world spinning.
"SHANE!" I hear someone scream.
Joey.
"Joey....." I moan, and then the world slowly goes black.
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