Just a sad song

●CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE●

Scotty's P.O.V.

I walked into the bathroom. The white walls seemed to stare at me. God, everyone hates you. I locked the door and made my way over to the sink, and splashed water onto my face. I stared at myself in the mirror. Was this really what I wanted to do? Yes. Yes it was. I ran my hand through my hair, pulling the mirror away from the wall, revealing a cabinet. Inside the cabinet was toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair brushes and painkillers. Perfect, quick and painless. I took out the painkillers and shut the mirror.

"Don't do this Scott Glenn Sire." I muttered to myself. Do this Scott Glenn Sire.

I opened the pill bottle and dumped all that was inside onto my hand. Four white pills fell out onto my palm. Will this be enough? I stood staring at my hands, deciding if four was enough when a knock came from the door.

"David? Are you in here?" Jason's voice came from the living room. Typical everybody, always looking for David, no one else. Not even the person who's about to kill themself.

"Nope, just Scotty." I replied, flushing the empty toilet to further my cover.

"Ok, thanks." Jason said.

I decided that four wouldn't be enough. I would have to think of another way. I was about to leave the bathroom when a ding came from my phone. I turned it on, seeing it was just spam from some fangirl, 'Check out my GroupChat book!' I deleted the message, and was about to turn off my phone when I noticed my background picture, a photo of Kristen with a bridge behind her. Bridge, jumping... suicide? I felt a tear run down my cheek, but I knew dying was the best for everyone, and I had already made my decision, I was leaving this earth tonight.

What bridge? The closest one was 'Le Golvduaqs Bridge'. It was about 250 feet high, seemed more than high enough to kill someone. I nodded to myself, leaving the earth by jumping off a french bridge seemed like the second best way to go, after painkillers. I opened the bathroom door, heading out. I dodged and weaved through guests as I made my way to the front door.

"Scotty? Where are you going?" A male voice came from behind me.

I turned around to see Todd, "Kristen asked me to grab some Ice Cream, she forgot."

He nodded but looked apprehensive, "Oh, ok, see you soon."

I smiled, opening the door. Hopefully never coming back.

Hey bbs!!!

Le Golvduaqs Bridge doesn't exist btw, it's Vlog
Squad backwards. I couldn't find any bridges in
L.A. that were 245 meters high.
I STARTED LISTENING TO P!ATD, FOB, AND
P

ARAMORE AND IM OBSESSED, IN FACT, RIGHT
NOW IM LISTENING TO 'THIS IS GOSPEL'.
K hope you enjoyed, this is getting long.