آپ BETTER BE, CAUSE THIS IS FOR 13 AND UP!!!
SERIOUSLY, IF YOU'RE BELOW THAT AGE, GET OUT!
Your parents really wouldn't want to see آپ reading this >.<
Warning: Swear words and mutilation.
He walked and walked, he's been walking this trail a long time now.
He walked and walked, his grief along called sorrow never leading to a stop.
His happiness was far behind him...and forever will be.
He has lost everything-the love of his life, his dignity and all those precious memories to waste.
Earlier that day;
'Wait! Gwen!'
'Forget it Duncan, you've already crossed the line!'
And with that, she was gone.
She's gone.
With those two words, a tear runs down his cheek.
He wipes it away.
He's never cried...at least since he was small.
She's left him broken and undone,
like she left a little child to fall.
He gets close to the river and crouches down.
He looks at his reflection and a scowl plasters onto his face.
'Fuck you.'
He gets up and kicks the dirt.
He screams.
'God I hate you! I hate everyone! Everyone hates me!'
He kicks and punches a tree.
'Just leave me alone...'
He looks over to the water again and something catches his eye-
a sharp piece of glass was right below him on the dirt.
He bends down and picks it up, 'What the hell is this doing-'
He was fiddling with it and accidentally cuts his finger 'Shit-'
Then he gets a thought.
'Good idea...' and with that, he puts it to his wrist.
'Hey, life can only go down ہل, لندن from here, right?'
It hides under your بستر and its everywhere. who is it, what is it! Is it Chris, Chef, the big sassy sista LeShawna, no its its its?
Its HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Himself!!!!!
