Well heres are an untold part of my story.
That pretty girl sit at her desk and sent R a text saying 'Its guys like you that make girls like me want to get so ******** up that we don't feel the pain' She cried as she sent that and walked over to her friend Pr and snatched the joint for his hand. When R got this text. He was very upset with all the thing he did and didn't say to her. He thought that the girl really didn't love him, that she was just ******** around. So when he read it, it made him realized that she really did. S walked through the door to find the girl sitting on Pr lap sharing that joint which was almost gone is now. He was ashamed that she would do such a thing. The girl looked up at him with almost nothing in her lovely brown eyes.
"Hey babe want some more" As Pr rolled another one.
"No I’m good . . . for now." She said with an indifferent tone still looking at S. S looked away from her too ashamed and walked to his room in the apartment.
Under his breath whispering to her but knowing she would never hear it. R slumped on the couch in his only apartment with an unmarked can in his hand. He brang it to his lips paused for a moment then downed it. His girlfriend walked finding R with pain written all over his face and an almost dead look in his eyes. Never did he think he could feel so miserable over a girl or over anything at all.
"Hey get me ano- just bring me the rest of these." R commanded his girlfriend. As soon as she got close enough he snatched them from her then shooed her away. He whispered "I love you too baby but those words would just hurt us both in the end." He grabbed the last one " And here’s the end for us" He drank it down then ripping I small yet sharp piece of the can and dragged it down his wrist. The blood began to flow he just watched it as it stained his arm red. Minutes later he started to just light headed. He heard his girlfriend scream. Then everything when blank. . .
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