WARNING: This chapter has self harm involved and Suicide. SO DON'T READ IF SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPIC

Alex POV

While we were fighting about are relationship I see Johns eyes turn glossy. Was he gonna cry?

"A-And you know Alex, my life is r-rough too!" (A/N: KINKY)

I wanna cheer John up so what do I do? I Kiss him.

It's like I could feel his pain when we kissed, like it connected us mentally. I feel the kiss getting deeper util-

John pushes away from me.

"What the fuck Alex."

"What?"

"Get out." He said sounding stern.

"Look John I'm sorry for-"

"I said Get the Fuck out of my apartment!" This he shouted and I obeyed.

Did me and John just break up? I mean. We didn't say we did so. Oh my god I need rest I have a headache.

I hope John is alright

Johns POV

God I'm such a terrible boyfriend. But was what I said the truth? Maybe it was. I put my hands to my head and as my long sleeves on my shirt shirt fall a little I see the cuts.

"Right almost forgot. Time to take my medicine." I say probably sounding like a psychopath if anyone was around.

But no one was wasn't around, no one was around to stop me.

I go to my bathroom and take out a blade with some dry blood. And then I do it.
Cut 1: for shouting at Alex
Cut 2: For not being a good boyfriend
Cut 3: For choosing to be Alex's boyfriend
Cut 4: for being gay
And finally
Cut 5: for just being me

I wash the blood and decide to head to bed

- the next day-

I wake up with a headache, probably from crying myself to sleep and notice Connor isn't in his room. Or anywhere in the apartment.

This concerned me so I text him like any person would do when there Gay son is not in his Gay dads apartment.

Johntheturtle: hey Connor where you at?
Johntheturtle: Connor?
Johntheturtle: I'm gonna guess you hooked up with someone so I'm gonna stop texting.

I decided to turn on the tv and the first thing I see horrified me.

Connors POV (last night)

I went to a club to get drunk and hopefully have some weed if I'm lucky. I also really need to get over John.

-An extremely Drunk hour later-

I got so drunk and started to think. Do I matter? I never really think this seriously even when I'm not drunk. But if I died would it matter?

How extreme could I kill myself? Maybe I could slit my wrist then hang myself? That sounds nice. Ok then it's settled I'm killing myself.

I got out of club drunk and called a cab (A/N: is that what New Yorkers do? Cause I don't live there.) I get in and ask to take me to a random address that is near the Brooklyn bridge.

I got out and didn't pay him but just ran straight towards the bridge. I think back on all my life decisions and as I run.

I get to the bridge, I climb the little fence and I walk on the rail right above the water. No one would miss me. No one would miss me. Everyone has something or someone. I have no one, good bye people who act like they care.

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A/N: wow that was depressing. Like me :') also sorry ItzGummieBunny But Connor had to go. I'm gonna miss him

A moment of silence for my dead gay son

Ok bye 👋