soda ~ suicidal

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   "Hey." Said Soda from behind. I look back. "Hi Soda." I said, not looking at him. "You're eyes are puffy. You okay?" He asked.

   "No I'm not okay, Soda. Isn't that obvious? Nothing's been okay. Dallas is dead, Johnny is dead, both my parents are dead, all my siblings are careless about me, Tim won't even look at me. I got no grandparents, no aunties or uncles, no anything. I've lost so many." I said, wiping my tears.

   "Hey, baby you have me. And the rest of the gang." He said, sitting next to me. "God I know that. But you're the only one I'm super close with. The others they're just best friends." I said. "Well at least you have me."

   "God Soda, why can't I die? Why isn't god killing me?" I said. "Y/n, come now-" "I'm serious Soda. I've been suicidal even before I met you guys. Well you guys kind of lessened it but now that my siblings hate me and my two close friends are dead. What the fuck am I gonna do?" I said.

   "I'm supposed to die, Soda! Me! Not Dallas, not Johnny, not my parents. Me! I've been useless ever since!" I shouted.

   "Since I was just a kid, Soda. I was 5 and my parents died. My siblings hated to take care of me. I was 12, and my siblings said I'm old enought to take care of myself. I even liked going to school because it's the only thing keeping me busy." I said.

   "Now, Dallas and Johnny..." I whimpered. A tear dropped falling from my eye. Soda hugged me as I cried into his chest.

   "God I should've fucking killed myself in the first place. My parents should've had an abortion! My siblings should've killed me! Cops should've shot me! I should just fucking die!" I shouted. "No, y/n. No!" Soda yelled.

   "If you really wanted to die. You really wanted to just end everything. You would've done it in the first place." He said. "What stopped you?" "I was scared." I said.

  "Scared of what?" "Scared I might regret it." "See. You don't wanna die Y/n. Everyone will have that depression stage or phase in their life but everything gets better in the future. Who knows how long it will be? God has a plan for each and every person on this planet." He said.

   "Oh Soda." I said, hugging him again. "Please don't die."

   "I'll try my love. Now c'mon, it's cold out here." He said.

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