Anonymous:
[-a slightly louder laugh fills the house when the words are spoke, the sounds of shuffling coming from the kitchen and it was quickly followed the sound of running through the house and then the front door slamming shut. sitting on the cabinet was a large knife and a few more pills, one more heart post it next to the items] 'I'll leave, for now. But I am coming back.'

[-a breath settles in his throat as he reads what seems to be the final note…for now. Unease sinks his stomach and he feels as though he could vomit, but the urge is not that strong. What is he feeling right now? Fear? Disgust? Who could–or would do such a thing? For years, it seemed as though what had happened in China stayed in China, but it’s back, and the feelings of a miserable teenage boy seem more familiar than ever-] 

Fuck… [-he whispers, not daring to touch the knife, not even wanting to look at it-]

-ic;pll -Anonymous -;an
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