"I beg of you to speak. Say anything, please. I need you to tell me something. You cant give me the silent treatment forever!" They scream. They yell at the grave with cuss words, saying that _______ needs to speak. I can see the pity on everyone's faces. But, I can't help but feel like they deserved it. They needed to wake up and realize that, _______ is gone. They did this. It is all their fault.
"Dear, come on. _______ wouldn't want for you to be sad. So come on we should go home now." Their mother says. She is a kind woman, I've known her for years, she doesn't deserve this. They need to stop being so emotional. They are __ years-old already, grow up. Whats wrong with this broken generation. The don't have the right to cry. They did this. It is all their fault
"NO! Come on, _______! Wake up already! You can't do this, you can't leave me. What did I do wrong. WHAT DID I DO!" They are on the ground now. They are clutching their head, shaking, and sobbing. Their chest is pulsing, with all of the heavy breathing. I want to feel bad, this will destroy them. No, it has destroyed them. But, I can't help how it is. They did this. It is all their fault.
They did this. It is all their fault.
She did this. It is all her fault.
He did this. It is all his fault.
You did this. It is all your fault.
We did this. It is all our fault.
I did this. It is all my fault.
All my fault.
No one but my own.
I did this and there is no way to make amends.
And, I know what I did wrong.
(Ok so I kept reading creepy angst fics and this happened. I don't really know, I was mainly bored out of my mind but I wanted to publish more things so, Happy Holidays or whatever.)
