[Brendon]
I shut off my phone. I looked at my pale hands with those bloodshot eyes of mine.
You're useless, you bitch. Why did you even choose to leave Hell. You know he's gonna just drag you back. Just g-
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I hadn't realised that Mike was with me. He was clearly wondering if I was sane. "S-sorry..." I rubbed my hand behind my neck. "No, it's alright." He said, giving me that small smile of his. Fake. Always.
I went to my bathroom. I looked into the small mirror that was broken on the wall. Why. I'm pale as ever with bags under my eyes. Black shirt and ripped jeans.
I heard the door creak. Mike must've left. He usually did that whenever he knew he didn't need to be there. Well, good timing, I guess.
Fuck.
------------[ I do so many cliffhangers it's probably not even funny lol ]
[How Brendon looks like at the moment]
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