Chapter 47

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A\N: LET'S MAKE THIS DEPRESSING, CAN I GET A AMEN?! imma make this depressing

it was around 3 or 4.

Burt fluttered his eyes open, not feeling good.

clearly.

he feels horrible.

is it a dream?

a nightmare 

but

it felt really bad.

Burt's heart broke.

but it been broken. ever since.

it's nothing new.

nothing at all.

though, he only spend a few years with his parents.

well, before they died.

why did he feel like he messed up?

it wasn't a good feeling at all

I'm sorry mom and dad

he carefully got Demo off of his lap.

and stood up.

he walked away from the two, sleeping.

he felt broken

nothing broke him.

it's them who did.

he felt something hit in the arm.

is it death knocking on his door?

I know I messed up bad

nah, it's just what he feels.

hmm..

"i shouldn't go far" he whispered.

he cleaned off all the sand off of him, he couldn't help but mummer and whisper

he took a deep breath.

inhaling that ocean, salty air.

it's cold.

not a good type of course.

it shook him a bit

sadly it did.

should he tell them this?

should he tell Demo and Sven?

he just wants to get out of here.

like, he could wish.

wish a better life.

a better world at least.

but the world is marked with blood marks.

I should've, should've done, should've done better

he lifted up his sleeve, showing the healed cuts on his arm.

he should really start getting back into that habit again

right?

he traced them, they don't hurt as much anymore.

he remembered when he did, they print red blood on his finger.

they were freshly new.

he was stressed, so he had to do something

I'm sorry mum and dad, for all the time I had

he whispered something under his breath.

he was just whispering something like

'what a stupid thing to do, is there anything else more painful?'

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