TW: description of suicide and strong coarse language
"I 100% do not encourage this behaviour"
As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months after that day, Grayson slowly started to drift away. At first it was ok, because for some reason I thought it might just be a faze but then one day he pretended like I never existed which felt like a stab in my back and a heavy weight on my chest when I thought or saw him, making my old days come back.
Yet again, I was in my room after school when my father comes home late at night, drunk as fuck and his abusive ways got worse, making my mental health go down quickly.
I decided that night I didn't want to be there, here or anywhere. I just wanted to be nowhere so I could be left alone and have a life that would finally make me feel free.
As months go by, more and more drops of crimson red liquid would drip down my arms every day, as I get into the habit of skipping school and wondering down random streets that I didn't know of until I reached a bridge.
As I stood at the edge of the bridge, I watched my very last sunset go by, the last sound of the birds chirping in the trees, the passing cars and the yelling of people as my vision starts to fade and my mind and memories fade as seconds go by.