No, no, no, no, no, no, no . . . (Davesport)

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And here, they live together and they all look like ordinary humans. And not fruits and vegetables. This is attempted angst. TwT

Time: 6:34
Location: Dave + Sport's House
Perspective: Sport's

I stared at the walls of the bathroom blankly, sitting on the cold floor. I then stared at my diary, blood splattered on it's cover and a small pocket-knife laying beside it. I heard a knock and ignored it. I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie over my arms and shifted onto my knees, wiping the cover of my diary with a sleeve. The words repeated in my head, over . . . and over . . . and over. I couldn't get them out. No matter how much I tried, those words stayed there, like glue. Dave knocked on the door again. I shifted again, and brang my knees to my chest. 'Spo- Jack! Ya know I didn' mean it! I'm sorry - Jack!' He knocked on the door again, louder than last time. I rocked slightly, my sight becoming blurry and dark. I began to shake, the sounds of Dave knocking on the door and his voice fading. No, no, no, no, no, no, no . . . I gave shaky breaths, trying to calm down. Then, I blacked out . . .

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