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Bulletproof Love

So long and Goodnight

Emily’s POV:

I walked inside still crying and Mike saw me first.
“Whoa, Em what’s up?” Mike asked pulling me into a hug.
“Tony and I got into a fight” I whispered. “Alex raped me” Mike looked up and glared. I told him I didn’t want to talk about it right now, he didn’t argue. I walked right past Vic and into my room slamming the door behind me.
“What’s up with her?” I heard Vic through the door.
“Her and Tony got into a fight” Mike said.
“Well she shouldn’t have cheated on him” Vic said. I slowly opened my door and stared at Vic.
“Cheated on him?” I scoffed. I turned and started throwing shit into my backpack.
“I come home from being on tour for two months and I get yelled at by everyone. I cannot believe you Vic” I said crying.
“Em, what are you doing? Why are you packing?” Vic asked.
“Well if I can’t stay here, I can’t stay at Tony’s, I’m going to a hotel” I said throwing my stuffed backpack over my shoulder.
“Grow up, Em. You can’t just run from your problems” Vic yelled.
“Vic I can do whatever I want! I don’t even need you Vic; I don’t need any of you!” I yelled walking out of the front door.
“You can come back when you learn to act your age!” Vic yelled. I got into Jaime’s car which was still parked in my drive way.
“Can you take me to the hotel up town?” I asked, he nodded and didn’t ask any questions. He bought me a hotel room and he offered to stay with me. I sat on the couch in silence not saying a word, just letting my mind run.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Jaime asked sitting next to me, handing me a cup of warm tea. I turned and looked at him, I told him everything, every last detail. He held onto me while I cried and he rocked me back and forth.
“You should take a nice warm bath, Em. It’ll calm you down” he whispered, I nodded and he got everything set up. I grabbed my backpack and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and I sat down on the closed toilet. I pulled out my May 2nd journal entry and read it in my head, my suicide letter from six years ago. After reading it I pulled out a blank piece of paper and started writing.
Dear everyone,
I am so sorry that this is how you must find out. I have written this letter a thousand times with the wrong words, now I finally know what to write. Six years ago I wanted to kill myself because nobody loved me. I didn’t know how to love, I didn’t even figure out how to love until I met Tony on that hot sunny Warped Tour. After meeting Tony my life fell into place, I got along with my brothers better, I had three great friends, and a boy I was falling in love with. You all have given me great adventures; I lived my dream, toured with a band and lived. The saddest part of all is that you will never hear me speak of these memories again. You have all taught me that life can be good if I never stop trying. I am stopping. I will miss you all very much. Jaime you taught me to find laughter in every moment. Mike you taught me that adventure is out there I just have to do it. Cameron, you taught me how to live life to the fullest. Kellin, you taught me that if I am doing what I love, nothing else matters. Vic, you taught me more than I can write down, you are my big brother and have been with me when I needed you, except now. And Tony, you taught me how to love. Thank you all so much. I am so sorry you will not get to share more memories with me, or watch me laugh, or see me smile. Whatever. Everything is copacetic. I love you all so much, goodbye.
~Emily Fuentes
I ripped out my letter and set it on the sink. I reached in my bag and took out my pills, and my long lost friend, my razor.
“I am so sorry” I whispered to myself as I ran the cold blade on my skin.
One for Jaime
One for Cam
One for Kellin
One for Mike
One for Vic
One for Alex
One for Jack
One for Zack
One for Tony

I watched the blood trickle down my arm as I smiled a sickening smile at it. I ripped the cap off my pill bottle and took five pills, and then five more, then a few more, and more, and more. I kept going until I felt dizzy. I reached for the counter to hold myself up but I missed and knocked my head on the corner, splitting it open. The last thing I remember was laying on the floor covered in my own blood, and I was smiling.

Notes

I HATE MYSELF SHIT!

Comments

@Jokerdabae
I do have a sequel in the works currently! I am super excited about it as well but it will probably be a short while until it is posted up here. I have a couple other stories i'm working on in the mean time but I promise you will know as soon as I start posting the sequel!

Emmypin Emmypin
9/8/16

@Emmypin
Ok good, will you ever do a sequel to this story?

Jokerdabae Jokerdabae
9/6/16

@Jokerdabae
don't worry he didn't kill himself

Emmypin Emmypin
9/4/16

Tony killed himself or did he just leave? I probably read that note all wrong so I don't even know... I love this story btw

Jokerdabae Jokerdabae
9/3/16

updte
pleseeeee

tonysfavturtle tonysfavturtle
5/24/16