Jorel's POV
I cannot stop. The depression has taken over. Everyone was out. I had 2 hours to do what ever I wanted. I slowly walked to the bathroom. I changed so much. I'm no longer J-Dog. J-Dog is supposed to be a party animal. But that's not what I am. I locked the door and glared into the mirror. I looked at my shaver. I put my hand on the handle and put the blade against my wrist. Do it, Jorel. You're worthless. Stupid. no one will care if you leave this world. Hell, no one will even notice. "Shut up!" I sobbed, pushing the blade deep into my skin, pulling back. The blade fell. i looked down at my wrist. So much blood gushing onto the floor. I cried out in pain as I fell back. More. Die FAGGOT. "P-Please stop-p." I cried "P-Please." I slowly got up. I wiped the blood off. I don't feel well. I feel like I'm going to pass out any minute. I slowly wrapped my wrist in a gauze. I pulled down my hoodie and walked out. I laid in my bunk. I miss you, Dill. I'm slowly dying. I'll be with you in less than a month, Dill.
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The Loss || Hollywood Undead || Fanfic || The Mask Of Pain Sequel ||
FanfictionWhen you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult. - The songs that are in the chapters, I recommend listening to them while reading :) -- Story trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R6Qb8O9r5A
