Novel & Cerita No Don't Kill Urself Ur So

Aren't you ashamed? With just a few words, my mother smashed my self-esteem to smithereens before hanging up impatiently. I stared at the phone screen for a long while, so lost in thought that I did not even notice when Jason Brown came back. "Why are you dressed up so nicely? Going out later?" His voice was low and smooth as he leaned down, his chin brushing my shoulder. That familiar scent enveloped me, yet all I felt was a suffocating heaviness in my chest. I gently pushed him away.

Hearing Kaia's shameless request, I felt both angry and amused. It was only now that I realized some women could use "weakness" as a weapon. If this were my past life, I would angrily throw her out and loudly declare, "Chris is my mate, and I won't let anyone take him from me!" But this time, I understood—there was no point in taking what wasn't mine to begin with. I wouldn't go after what didn't belong to me, but that didn't mean I was going to give in to Kaia so easily.

But sometimes, Almost isn't enough. "So, I'm going to kill myself."

“Do you know how horrible I feel hearing my mom cry every time I have an episode like today. I hate seeing her struggle as much as I hate myself.” Elliot reached out to me before he slowly lowered his hands. “You can't say that about yourself,” he says. “Why not? It's true. And please don't start with the whole ‘you can get past this’, ‘you'll get better’. All of that is bullshit.” I tell him. “Michael,” Elliot called my name, sounding a little disappointed.

It's just a hug. Do not overreact...do not overreact..

Kill! Kill! Kill! There’s nothing I can’t do now. All I can think of is causing him pain, as much pain as I can possibly give. It’s at this point that I hope for more that I know he’s close. There’s only so much a body can take before it starts to fall apart. It hasn’t bled enough, it hasn’t cried enough, it hasn’t despaired enough. I lean down as tears leak from his eyes. The small weakness is enough to make me smile.

“You could have gotten us killed.” “No. You could have gotten us killed, Jordan!” He snapped back. “Bro, you need to take a breather. I know you are hurting right now…” “You’re right. I am hurting. And all you’ve done all evening is fucking hover.” “Jordan…” “Shit!” I muttered, turning off the engine and leaning into the backrest, closing my eyes. I was fighting the tears I knew I couldn’t let out. My mom was clear when she gave her instructions.

Please. Please Sasha don’t die

I mumbled. “Don’t say anything. From now on, I promised you anything bad won’t happen to us. And please, be yourself. I don’t give a fuck someone jerk talked shit later. I just want you to know. Please make yourself more important than the stupid things that make you overthink again and again.” Terrence nagged on me. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, mate. Don’t be so crazy as to put many stupid things on your shoulders.” “But—”

I don't want to spoil my mood Its a very big day for me. To be continued.......... A/P "Sing like no one’s listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth." -unknown.