Notes •muke•

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Michael.

I sat down on calums bed.
Crying.
Thinking of luke.
Broke me.

How could he leave me.
For Ashton.
His arch enemy.
The kid who put half of the cuts on his wrist.

Ashton.
I looked at my wrist.
Clean.

Not for long.
I walked into the bathroom.
I looked into my pocket.

And found the razor.
I grabbed it a held it to my skin.
"I'm sorry god I screw up all the time" I said.
And my arm began bleeding.
I winced at pain.
A tear fell from my face.
I bandaged up my arm and felt some paper imma pocket.

I pulled them out.
And they were the notes I wrote luke.

Everything I wrote.
I smiled at them.

I looked at my arm.
"I have no room to talk now" I said to myself.
Thinking if me and luke.

I felt so worthless.
Again.
Why couldn't I have died.
I wish I wouldve.

I want luke back.
Really badly.
I don't even care that this happened.
I just want him back.

This time I'm serious.

I'm going I kill Ashton Fletcher god damn Irwin.

And I'm going to be proud about it.
And if I go to jail.

At least I know that Ashton's dead.