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Willa Attempts Su*c*de *Trigger Warning: Contains Suicide Attempt*

Bucky's Pov

(Trigger Warning: DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS) (A/N: Quotev Deleted My Orginal Version SO I Have To Rewrite It.)

I Was Walking To School, Planning My Revenge On K.C., I Was So Mad! She Made Me And Willa Break Up! She Makes Me Wanna Scream. I Felt So Angry! I Walked Over To K.C.'s Locker. I Placed A Bucket of Red Paint In There. As Soon As She Opens It, Paint Will Fall On Her. I Waited Patiently For Her. Soon She Opened Her Locker. Red Paint Spilled Everywhere. Soon The Whole School Was Laughing. I Now Saw The Name On The Paint can 'Willa Lykensen' OMG! She's Is Going To Blame Willa For This! I Paced The Floor. I Had To Warn Willa! She's Been Through Enough Already, She Can't Go Through This Too!

Willa's Pov

I Was Walking To School When K.C. Walked Over To Me. "YOU BRAT!! LOOK AT ME!!" I Noticed She Was Covered In Blood... My paint Can! That can Has All The Blood I've Lost Due To C*tt*ng Myself. "Oops!" I Muttered Grabbing Towels And Wiping It Off Of Her. "Why Don't You Just Die?" She Asked Me, Storming Off To Change Clothes. (WARNING: DON'T READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED OR JUST DON'T LIKE THE CHAPTER SO FAR, HAS SU*C*DE) I Thought About What She Said. Why Don't I? I Began To Walk For Some time Until I Came Across Some Rope. I Grabbed It And Began Tying It To The Tree. I Began To tie A Small Knot, One Big Enough For The Rope To Go Around My Neck. I Was About To Climb The Tree And Jump Off Until K.C. Came With Ms. Lee Close Behind. "WILLA LYKENSEN! DON'T YOU DARE!" Ms. Lee Shouted. I Felt Her Strong Hands On My Arms As K.C. Took The Rope Off My Neck. "LET ME!" I Screamed Trying To Get Out Of Her Grip. "No! Most Certainly Not! Who On Earth Told You To Do That??" She Asked. "Well, That's A Very Long Story..." I Said Squriming In Her Grip. "Well, I'm Sure Our Detention Monitor Would Love To Hear It," She Said Dragging Me Off. I Continued To Fight Her Grip until We Got To Detention. I Stopped Fighting When I Saw Bucky. "He's The Detention Monitor, You Can Tell Him Your Story!" She Said, Walking Off. "What Story?" He Asked Me. I Looked At The Ground. "Willa, What Is She Talking About??" He Asked, Lifting My Head. Even Though We Broke Up, He Still Held Some Power Over Me, Being My Mutual Mate And All. "Well...Let's Just Say It Wasn't A Good Story." I Muttered Looking At The Floor. "Well?" He Asked Me. I Explained The Whole Story To Him. "Willa, Why Would You?" He Asked Rubbing My Hair. "No Reason, I Think," I Said. I Sat Down. For A While There Was Just Silence. I Began To Start humming The New Song I Was Writing. "I used to shut my door
While my mother screamed in the kitchen
I'd turn the music up, get high and try not to listen to every little fight
'Cause neither one was right

I swore I'd never be like them
But I was just a kid back then

The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me
'Cause loving is hard, it don't always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go
It just hadn't hit me yet
The older I get

I used to wonder why, why they could never be happy
I used to close my eyes and pray for a whole 'nother family
Where everything was fine, one that felt like mine

I swore I'd never be like them
But I was just a kid back then

The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me
And loving is hard, it don't always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go
It just hadn't hit me yet
The older I get

The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me
And loving is hard, it don't always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go
It just hadn't hit me yet
The older I get" I Just Zoned Out While Singing. I Was Having The Worst Flashbacks Ever. My Mother And Father Arguing, Them Sending Wyatt Away Every Year For No Reason, it Was To Hard To Bear It All. I Felt hands Rubbing My Cheeks And Reality Hit Hard. I Was Still In Detention, I Was Still Having Flashbacks, I Was Still A Huge Mess. "Willa, Wolfie, I'm Sorry I Got Angry At You I Didn't Mean To, K.C. Just Made Me So Mad! I Really Miss You, Will You Be My girlfriend Again?" Bucky Asked Me, Rubbing My face. "I Would Be Honored," I Said Kissing His Forehead. (WELP I GAVE SOME TRIGGER WARNINGS I'LL SEE IF QUOTEV DELETES IT THIS TIME!) (Song: Older Sasha Sloan)

A/N: Funny Story! I Had Originally Written This On Quotev And I Forgot To Add A Trigger Warning So It Got Deleted.