Remember Me? //Tradley//

Sounds Like A Plan

That felt good.

But you hurt him.

So what? He hurt me.

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Brad's P.O.V

My eyes follow Tristan as he is running away and going up the stairs.

Wow, crybaby much?

I scoff and turned around only to see a shocked Connor and James.

"What's the matter with you!?" came from a angry looking James.

What's his problem now?

"Babe, calm down please." Connor took James hand into his like he always does and looked into his eyes.

"What's up with you?" I furrowed my eyes at the angry James before me.

"Was that all completely  necessary!?" my friend hissed at me.

"I'm not the one who hurt him first. I'm not the one who made him try to kill himself." I defended.

"You just don't get it!" the guy raised his voice before pushing passed me and running upstairs.

I don't get what?

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Tristan's P.O.V

He didn't even let me explain! I told him I was sorry, but that wasn't enough.

Your not enough.

I told you he wasn't going to forgive you.  He probably never wil.

I'm just in my bed. Crying my  eyes out. Alone.

Your always going to be alone now.

Nobody should ever love you. Levi never loved you so why should Brad love you!?

Because I love him.

After how you treated him!?

"Why did this happen to me!? I did this!" I yelled out through my now loud sobs.

You know what would make you feel better?

Something sharp moving on your skin.

That's the only thing you should get is pain because you fucking caused Brad all this pain.

I know I did!

So what are you going to do about it?

(Selfharm Warning/ Trigger ⚠)

I sat up on my bed and started scanning my room for anything sharp.

Sissors.

I found them on my nightstand and grabbed them.

It's not a razor but it will do.

With shaky hands, I put up the sissors to my wrist.

"You deserve this. You fucked up everything!" I say about to do it.

But not until the door barged open, and in walked James.

James. Seeing me with sissors near my wrist.

Shit. Why!?

He stood there frozen not long before entering my room and saying, "What the hell are doing!?" snatching the sissors out of my hands.

"I told you and Con that Brad was going to hate me! I can't handle to see him hate me! I can't do this if he hates me!" I start to burry myself in my blanket and let my tears invade my eyes once again.