Scotty's P.O.V.
I backed up against a wall. I am worthless. I shut my eyes tightly, sliding down the wall. "Little Potty Sire" My butt hit the cold floor, and I pulled my knees up to my face. Big baby, big baby, big baby. Tears were flowing fast, and I felt light headed. Too much Scotty, Too much Potty, Too much Rotty. Boys don't cry. I wiped the tears away with my hand, and saw the three cuts I had put there. Look what you did to yourself. Everyone hates you. Big. Andy. Is. Right.
Kristen's P.O.V.
I called David at 10:23pm, we needed to confirm Operation HappySire.
"Hey David, is everything confirmed for tomorrow night? Ok, perfect! Mhmm, Ya ok, Scotty's just in the other room. Ya he just had a nightmare. K, see you!" I turned off my phone, grabbing Scotty's water and making my way to our bedroom. When I got there Scotty was sitting on the ground rocking back and forth. I rushed over, he didn't see me, his eyes were shut tight. He was muttering something under his breath. I put my ear to his mouth.
"Big Andy is right. Nobody likes me. I'm a baby." He said in a barely audible whisper. I felt a tear run down my cheek.
"Shh Scotty it's ok" I said, rubbing his back. Operation HappySire HAS to work.
Hey bbs!
I know it was really short:(
But something exciting/breathtaking is coming soon!
Hope you enjoyed!
*Licks cinnamon roll, walking out of room, watching This Is Us*
YOU ARE READING
Just a sad song
FanfictionKristen Mcatee, Scotty Sire David Dobrik, and Todd Smith ●Trigger warning for depression, suicide, and suicidal thoughts● Highest rank - #1 in krotty #2 in zeath Started - December 22, 2017 Completed - June 6, 2018
