don't wait up.
Fiction. Written after listening to strangers x midnight city.
CW: suicide, gore

if after reading this, or before reading this you have suicidal thoughts, please seek help from.. legit anyone. friends, family, online, just talk to someone.
its not fucking worth it dude.

trust.

Enjoy!
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it was dark out, yet so bright.
how does this even work?
well, its the city! what did you think new york would be like?
well, atleast a little bit darker, its like fucking day right now!
ah, well, ya know, bustling city and shit.
haha yeah.

we sat in his car.
my place?
sure!
k.

he put the radio on
CALIIIIIFORRRNIAAAA DREEEEEEEAMINNNNNNNN
shut up!
aww come on its fun
you sing like a dying goat
AHAHAHA

we came to my house.
wait a moment, lemme unlock
sure, sure.

we came inside.
wanna eat something?
nahh, just wanna sleep.
same.

we slept, in the same bed.
he smelled so ridiculously good.
i rustled his hair, and smelled it.
ocean shampoo, my favourite.
he whispered me good night,
love on his breath.
it felt so good.
i tried to soak it all up right there.

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it had been a week.
same routine, same everything.
but i loved him.
and he loved me.

we sat in his car
my place?
actually, ill drop you today.
why?
just.. gotta go somewhere. don't wait up.
alright. coming by tommorow then?
yeah... sure..

we reached quick.
it was a quiet ride.
goodnight, john!
goodnight, jane.

he left after kissing me.
i felt estatic.
i slept, feeling tingly.
the pillow smelled like him.
even the sheets did.
i felt him near me.

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he wasn't replying to me.
again?
uhg!
let me call him.
..it's not going through.
instagram maybe?
even there.. i can't see his profile.

did this motherfucker just get me to fall in love with him
and fucking block me
what the fuck, im going over.

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the uber came quick.
i sat inside.
we reached his house.
the street was empty.
i tried the door.
locked.
i knocked.
then again.
then again.
then, again.
no response.

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i sat on the curb for 20 minutes, debating whether i should just go.
then i saw something flow out.
i went in his lawn.
a basement window was ajar.
i climbed in.
"john? john? john doe?"
no response

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i opened the door
stepped into a corridor
living room to my left, kitchen to my right, and a few rooms infront of me.
one was a bathroom, one was his parent's.
the last, must be his.
i saw a note on his door, that said to keep out.
silly fool, must've been 11 when he wrote it.
scrawled it out too haha.

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i opened it.
a horrific scene.
he was dead.
suicide.
shot himself.
blood, draining outside.

--

i saw a note on his table:
"jane, don't wait up.
:)"

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by Manik Sharma