#if you dont know the 'my heart bleeds black blood for you' video please go watch it its so funny

[albireon]

GOTH PIP TRUTHERS RISE!!!

[makbarnes]

Chapter 3

Sad Song

You woke in alone in your room and felt like you couldn’t move for what felt like hours. Hearing someone talking through the wall the voice sounded familiar but you couldn’t place it. Your mind was gone and all you felt was sadness flush over your system. You kept tears from falling from your eyes as you tried to hide away from the memories that now clouded your mind. Moments on a battlefield as you choked what looked to be a strong soldier with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The blood that covered your hand and his lifeless body at your feet. You felt some kind of attachment to him but could not place what exactly it was. Before you could gather yourself you were being dragged out from your bed by Bucky.

“Wake up before they come in here.” He dropped you in the center of the hard concrete floor and walked away. You stood up and growled slowly at him.

“I’m not scared of them.” Huffing out those words before you saw two men in suits appear in front of you. One of them kneeled in front of you and gripped your wrist.

“Oh darling, you should be. For I control your every thought, breath and your very purpose for living. What you don’t seem to understand is I am your new brain. I control you and you do whatever I want you to.” You spat in his direction before feeling a hard hand go across your face.

“I could turn you into dust. Nobody controls me, Bitch.” You stood up ready to throw this stranger on the ground when Bucky all of a sudden slammed you into the concrete wall.

“You can’t hurt me. He’s trained to protect me at all costs, and soon you will be too.” He quickly left the room and you snarled towards Bucky wanting to rip out his voice box for slamming you into the wall.

“What the fuck was that Buck?” You shoved him out of your way and huffed off into your room. Bucky came chasing after you right as you blasted a purple orb into the concrete wall, leaving a dent. Your purple stone was glowing from your anger as you cried into your hands.

“This shouldn’t be my fucking life. I need to be out there with Steve and Tony and Natasha fighting people who want to control the world. Now I’ve been turned against all of them and I’m being used to battle them!” You looked up wincing at the sight of your new arm and leg. You noticed Bucky standing in your doorway looking as if he had seen a ghost.

“Steve....I know that name...the man from the bridge…HOW DO YOU KNOW STEVE ROGERS?!” Bucky gripped you by the shoulders in excitement. He had been wrestling with these thoughts since that event and had no idea.

“I work with him and the Avengers, we were on a mission to rescue you and I got hurt and captured. If I knew how long time had passed then I would know when we are getting out of this place.” Bucky gripped you tightly and you smiled noticing some relief showered over him, knowing that Steve was out there somewhere, hunting for him.

“Then we must get out of here...They can’t come here, if they get past the guards then they will use you and me against them and we won’t be able to stop until they are dead and bleeding at our feet.” Tears rose to your eyes and you turned into the wall, those weren’t nightmares you remember from this morning. They got you again, pushed that into your mind.

“Let’s escape. I don't know how yet but we will get out of here. I know all of the underground ways to get in touch with them.” You and Bucky shook hands and heard the door swing open to hit the wall. Seeing six guys in full black gear they shot you with a dart into your flesh arm and before your eyes closed you saw Bucky punching one of them in the face, making him fall to the ground lifeless.

(Soon After)

Back in the same room where you had demolished Bucky’s arm when you first got here. He stood in front of you, sadness filled his eyes as he darted towards you. This must be it, this is where he is going to kill you because HYDRA doesn’t think you are strong enough to be an ally for them. As you ducked and rolled out of Bucky's way you lit up your purple stone.

“Buck...I don’t want to hurt you. Snap out of it please!” You screamed before he pinned you to the ground, his hands were around your neck. You started to lose breath and hit him with a blast from your stone, hitting his face. He turned back to you filled with anger and blood dripped from the cut you had just given him. You looked around quickly and saw a group of people dressed in lab coats up in a little room watching you both. They were all writing things down on their clipboards and you saw Bucky coming up behind you. Flipping him over your body you heard loud clapping from the room up above you two. Thinking quickly you closed your eyes and began to focus up on the room. Being interrupted by Bucky slamming your head into the concrete floor you rolled over onto your back and kicked yourself to a standing position. You turned around and propelled Bucky into the back wall. WIthout hesitation you focused on the upper room again and all of a sudden you were standing in the middle of the room. You could see Bucky looking around the room below for you and you stayed silent. Sneaking up behind the one guard you threw him into the glass, shattering it. All of the scientists turned to you in horror.

“If ANY of you move an inch I will snap my fingers and turn you into dust.” You glared around the room and saw one person reaching for a red switch on the wall. Snapping your fingers he disintegrated into dust covering the floor.

“I dare you.” You were lost in what to do now, you had no plan and just looked at everyone with anger about everything they had done to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a black and white video of Steve flickering on an old computer. Your breath was caught in your throat and you approached the screen. Grazing the picture with your fingers you went dark. A scientist had snuck up behind you and injected you with a tranquilizer like before. You felt yourself being moved and laid against something cold and wet. Your eyes flickered open and you were bound to a black mat laying in the center of the floor. Hearing loud boots nearing, you struggled to get out, something was working against your powers and you couldn’t escape.

“That was quite a stunt you pulled in there, My Dear.” The man had an accent to his voice, like Bucky’s. Seeing Bucky standing behind him you jerked your shoulder to go to him. THe blood was still fresh from where you hit him with your power and you felt sick to your stomach because of it.

“Învață O lecție, dar nu o omori” (Teach her a lesson, but dont kill her) The man stepped away into the corner and Bucky leaned over you. Bucky brought his foot up and slammed it into your stomach. Crying out in pain he continued hitting your stomach and switching your face. Several blows hit your cheek and mouth. You felt your blood pouring out of you and knew he was being controlled to do this. No matter how much it hurt he was only being used to inflict the pain. You felt a pain come to your center and winced as BUcky continued to beat you. The man slowly walked out of the room and you wondered with this torture would end.

“Destul de soldat ... Șterge-l.” (Enough Solider, Erase him) Bucky stopped as he followed the man down the hallway. You laid there in unbearable pain and two guards carried you to your room. Throwing you down onto the concrete you rushed up to hit the door, screaming at them. You turned around to hear the distant screams of Bucky from somewhere near.

“I hear you. I’m sorry.” You whispered to yourself. You knew they would never make him remember that. It would ruin their plans that they had for the both of you. (The next day)

You had stayed on the couch all night waiting for Bucky to come back but he never did. Did HYDRA kill him? Did they think you were the better ally to keep around? Were those screams the last you would ever hear him? These thoughts keep you up all night. Eating whatever mush they gave you for breakfast you heard someone stumble into the room and peeked around your room entrance. It was Bucky, laying there on the floor lifeless. The guards laughed and walked away from the room just leaving him there. Making sure it was safe you helped him up and placed him onto his bed. There were new marks all over him. Blood was coming out of new wounds and he looked like he had died a million times over and they kept bringing him back to life.

“Buck...Buck….BUCKY?!” You finally got him to open his eyes and the corner of his lips tugged into a smile. Your wounds from him were still very visible and you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Come lay with me, Please Princess.” Bucky’s voice was very hoarse and you could hardly make out what he said. You left his side and looked around you. Nobody was there, then you checked the sheets on the wall. In big red letters it said, NO TRAINING. You smiled knowing you could lay with him all you wanted today. Lifting yourself over him you moved against the wall and had Bucky nuzzle into your chest. Petting his hair you felt him grip your waist and you kissed his forehead. He pressed his head deeper into your neck and you remembered a song from somewhere that felt calming to you. You and I, We’re like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky. With you I’m alive. Like all the missing pieces of my heart they finally collide. So stop time right here in the moonlight, cause I don't ever want to close my eyes. WIthout you, I feel broke like I’m half of a whole. Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold. WIthout you, I feel torn like a sail in a storm. Without you... I’m just a sad song. Gently going along his spine with your fingers you felt his full weight against you. He was asleep, and everything seemed so right. You had to find a way to get out of here, with him. You aren't going to be hurt anymore by anyone. Looking up at the camera in the corner of Bucky’s room you rolled your eyes.

(Somewhere in HYDRA)

Several people were gathered around the surveillance system watching you and Bucky together.

“Commander, It’s working, They love each other. They will be an unstoppable force to use at your disposal.” Someone spoke out of the crowd and everyone split to let their leader through. Red Skull smiled devilishly at the video and laughed.

“Looks like I have discovered the true power of Love. They will be sent out with our attack next week, and nothing will be able to stop them after tomorrow.” Laughing as he left the room.

SERIES MASTERLIST

[psycheverse-of]

Title: The One Who Is Loved. Author: a teenaged Amber Renee POV: second Summary: Brighton is a fuck up. He’s in this college, full scholarship, everything his way, but he is too fucked up to notice. Drugs are his vice, they keep him going. Well, besides the loyal Spencer who plays the bestfriend and secret crush. And if you think Brighton isnt beating himself up about this newfound gay curve, you’d be wrong. Warnings: drug use. brief mention of noncon sex.  Authors note: idunno, okay? I have this fucked up little character in my head, and he wanted his story told. i present him…

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Hi. My name is Unimportant, and i will wreck your life.

Hi. My name is Unimportant, and i’m a fuck up.

I have a lamp above my desk, it’s bright and hot and makes me think of the desert. I go to the desert a lot. It’s big and bright and hot. Except for when i go at night and then it’s not. And nothing can ever be what it says it is for long. Deserts just seem bright and hot, a lamp, but they get cold and dark too.

I flip the lamp off and leave my room.

I have a living room, do you have one? What do you use yours for? I have 5 lines of coke in mine, and I usually just pass out in it. Is that what you do? Its what i do. Anyway, i walk into my living room (and what do i do besides die in it?) I walk in and think ‘how much do i want to take?’

cont.

I want three. Three beautiful, wonderful, burning lines of coke to breathe in, please. Drive to the next window!

I get to my knees, hands on the cool coffee-coke table and inhaleinhaleinhale. i forget about the world for a few minutes, and suddenly the walls of my apartment are colorful! This isnt the mental hospital i thought it to be for those few moments.

I jump up, struck by genius, and back under the desert lamp and computer. I Am An English Student. i read books that use old english, and write things that take days. But right now, i’ve been on writers block, hence the coke, not that i need the excuse. If i dont do well enough i could loose my scholarship. i giggle, man i’m stressed.

Smiling to myself, i type, type, type and wipe blood off my nose.

i wanna dieeeeee. i wanna dieeeeee. please give me an A, mister teacherrr!

I get a big fat F, so i take more coke and i forget all about it.

——-

I know. I know i’m fucking addicted. I’m fucked up, but i’m not an idiot. How do i tell? How do I know?

——–

“Hello Brighton.” Oh yeah, that’s my name. I’m not just Unimportant. No, I’m also Brighton “the one who is loved.”

That’s what i mean. My name. I am supposed to be the one that’s loved. Where does that leave everyone else? What makes me so fucking lucky? Why cant Tom or Drew or Sammy be loved, huh? And anyway, it’s not like its real. Its not like i’m real.

“Hiiiii Youuuuuuu!” I smile, and laugh and it’s dark. The desert is cold, so fucking cold but i dont feel it. Nope, i’m in tight jeans, a T-shirt and fingerless gloves but i dont feel a damn thing.

“…What did you take?”

“ABCD EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Clever. I have to be clever, i’m so clever, “I’m so clever right?” I laugh and laugh until the stars blur into one big ball of fire, and i wish it were my birthday so i could blow them out.

“Oh, Bright. I wish you wouldnt,” I hear your voice and it’s so sad, why are you so sad? The birthday candles are for you, you, you!

“It’s your birthday! Make a wish!” I laugh and clap and you’re leading me back upstairs, why?

“I wish you’d stop.”

I’ll stop when the world stops.

“I love you” I do, I do, I do, I do.

“Go to sleep, Bright. I’ll see you in the morning,” But we go together like the desert and my lamp. Similar, but completely different.

We dont go together, but you sing me to sleep.

(*)

I wake up to a bright headache and a heavy dose of reality seeping through my window. Not okay.

I groan, not okay, and roll off the bed thumping tp the floor. Not okay. I dont even stand. Just crawl, crawl to the desk with the lamp. The desert lamp. I crawl, not okay, and make grabby hands towards the drawer. I pull out its contents, groaning again and lean against the wall. I curl my legs towards my chest, not okay, I light up.

Wake 'n Bake.

I’m okay.

——–

It’s bright outside. Wow, is it always bright here? It’s so bright. I hate it. I hate Bright.

“I hate you, sun,” I singsong. I lift my hands up, feeling my string bracelets fall lower on tired arms, feeling my fingers spread out, feeling. I hate you son.

I drop my hands, bracelets follow, lining up in order once again, where they belong. Time to Be Responsible. Time to Go To Class.

The path to my class is short, too short and it’s too hot. It’s so hot. Sweltering. Vocabulary word. Definition? My life. Overwhelming.

Out Of Control.

The path is short, the building is tall, I follow the steep line of it with my whole head, black hair shifting from out of my eyes with the effort. Tall, tall, tall. You know what? I bet you, I bet nothing bothers this building. It’s strong and it’s big and it’s fucking tall. Really tall. Think of something tall.

Taller then that.

I’m still looking up, up, up when i get shoved from behind. It’s slow, stumbling forward, and then wrenched back.

“You dick,” The words climb out of Smaller-Then-Building-Boy’s mouth and dance around my head. It’s bright yellow. It hurts my eyes it’s so bright. I dont respond. The yellow distracts me, “Hey, anyone in there? Think you can get my girl wasted and then take advantage of her? And not get punished, huh asshole?” The colors are changing. Their hue is lifting, darkening with intent. Red, Redder, flashing, bleeding.

I open my eyes and the talltall building is looking down on me. I look straight and the sun I hate smiles down at me. Why am I here? I sit up and wipe blood off my face, but it keeps dripping. I feel everything.

My high is wearing off.

I stand up, the building seemingly so much smaller and trudge in. I’m late, I’m bruised, I’m battered but I’m here.

“Mr. Wells, do you have another riveting tale for us today?” Teacher.

“What? No,” I slide into a seat, scratching wearily at my skin.

Fuck, I need a hit.

———

“I heard you got into a fight with Chris.”

“Yup.”

“Over his girl?”

“Yup.”

“You even know her name?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, Brighton,” You sigh wearily. I finally look up to catch your face.

“Sorry,” I whisper, I don’t know if you heard me, and I almost dont want you to. I feel like that’s a part of me, of my heart being cut away. Given to you.

You’re a guy.

Why am i not high?

Oh right. Because I’m with you. Because you “don’t approve”. Because you’re above my shit and I love you. Shit. Shit.

“It’s okay,” So you heard, so you caught my heart. It’s not okay. This isn’t okay but it’s not like I’m primed to stop. I can’t stop.

“Okay,” I say instead and you go back to the video game you’re playing and I’m watching.

That’s fine, and that’s fine. I didnt want your attention anyway. It’s fine, really. I just can’t tear my eyes away from you or the tongue poking out of your lips in concentration. I can’t see what’s happening on screen, but it must be good if your smile is anything to go by. You look so happy, why am i not smiling like that?

So i do, I test it out on my face. It stretches and pulls at my muscles, taunt without their usual stimulant.

“You havent smiled in ages,” You note and I dont stop. Just smile, all teeth, i can feel it. We’re at your place and you have the air on. It’s dark except for the TV, and it’s cold.

I’m okay.

 (*)

 I wake up gasping, nightime. Nightmare. You.

I get up from the bed, your bed. I’m still at your house. Sober. I cant stop shaking and you’re a light sleeper.

“Brigh’?” Mumble, mumble I’m in trouble.

“I have to go,” I feel frantic, my skin feels too hot. Fuck, hot, bright, Brighton, loved. Not okay.

“Wait, wait, Brighton,” You’re sitting up. No, just go back to sleep, please stop. Just stop. Stop. Stop.

“Stop,” My feet are hitting the ground fast before I can think, I’m carried away.  Space growing between us. Outside it’s still dark, but I feel the sun. I can’t always see it, but the bright is always there.

My room in my apartment. Never have peeling walls, dirty floors and a grey existence been such a welcome. I breathe it in, and exhale smoke. Fast forward and I’m hardly here at all. My eyelids are heavy, so heavy, but sleep is a far stretch away. Tingling away from my hands. Sleep is a dream.

Genius.

I sit up and crawl, not okay, to my bedroom, my desk, desertlamp on, my computer. Keyboard waiting for me happily. Type, type, type. I have a paper due in creative lit 3, and my material is dancing before my eyes. Little words like subtitles across the bottom of my lids. There is no sound around me, just the words whispered softly in my ear. Ability at my fingertips.

I feel nothing, I feel everything. I swipe black hair from my eyes, long. A while back I cut my hair after the lead singer of my favorite band. I’m paying for it now, it’s so long.

I feel the words like a gust of air through my transparent body. My overheated skin burned by the desertlamp is cooled and relieved.

I feel.

xx

A- Beautifully written. Powerfully unique. I would like to see you writing lighter topic next time.

I got an A. I got an A, but I’m confused. Topics are topics. They don’t weigh anything. They’re just thoughts. Topics swarm, topics are spoken and traded, and taboo. Are topics heavy also?

Is the simple notion of sleep as a dream too heavy?

What’s the line?

Coke? Pot? Heroine? Crime? Sex? Violence? What’s heavy? Not those.

No, those aren’t topics at all. Those are just vices. Etched into a skin and marring beauty. No, those decay a person; those take over a persons eyes. Those live inside and breed friends similar. No, those aren’t topics. That’s a life.

A life can’t be heavy. A life can drag, and split but weight had nothing to do about it. Life is imprinted with heavy topics and then let loose on a wandering soul. I imagine that the soul feels naked, empty and cold. I imagine that it is happy with anything that comes along. If you were a lonely soul wouldn’t you be happy a body came to you, asking you to jump in? Asking so much from you –so inexperienced? You’re young, soul that is, and so alone. So alone. You jump in; make room by the heartache and drugs and it feels like home. The life closes up its opening, and you -soul- realize too late. It’s too late.

Not okay.

And now we’re stuck, all of us. In these weightless bodies, next to our vices. Maybe yours isn’t drugs, but you harbor. You live with your vice. You’re body could be a box or a mansion, but inside prowls that vice.

And that’s okay.

A vice isn’t heavy.

A body isn’t heavy.

Souls aren’t heavy.

Innocence. Innocence is heavy.

Innocence follows like a heavy fog, weighing a person down. It’s born in all of us, even you, even me. Innocence weighs more then anyone can hold, we have to let it go. People cling to it, to their “innocence” and you, my heartache, cling to yours so hard it scares me. Let it go. I had to let the weight off of me. I was too weak for the heaviness, for the burden of “innocence”. I let it go. It had dragged me down, and now I’m light. Now, I’m high. See, do you see that play on words? That’s what letting go does. The world gets so many in-betweens. With the darker the world gets it’s no longer black and white. And for all my talk,

I’d give anything for the weight back.

To wake up and not be burdened by colors and between the lines and those and this, but never that and highs and lows, failure, middle ground. To wake up and just be.

I sigh, looking out my window. Void.

It’s nearly Christmas.

 (*)

 “Hey Bright,” You don’t mention my panic attack from the other day, and I’m thankful. I also can hardly understand the English language.

“Spin!” I smile; your face looks lovely today. Yup, it does, does, does.

“You’ve been on something more often then not, as of late.”

“Really? No, no. I’m hardly, I-I’m not really on… anything. I-my. You look pretty today!” I finish grandly, throwing you off guard. Your pretty face looks different.  Wrinkles above your eyebrows, “What’s that?” I point and mimic the expression.

 “My frustrated face,” You answer, and your voice is deeper.

 “Oh. Hey, hey do you think. Do you think a topic can be heavy?”

“Sure. Something no one wants to talk about,” You shrug.

“Oh. Oh, I guess. I didn’t think so. I didn’t. It doesn’t weigh anything-”

“They aren’t talking about weight, Brighton,”

“No, no. No, listen. Listen, it doesn’t weigh anything. And, things that do, they aren’t topics. Those are trivial, y’know?  But, and what people do, what we live for. That thing that we share our lives with, that’s nothing too. That’s just this unforgiving passenger. Or, or maybe even the driver… I don’t know, but point is, it weighs nothing, it takes nothing to carry it. But what I figured out was, was that innocence, how we’re all born with it, that is the heaviest thing a person can carry. It burdens us, it breaks us until we shed it.  It takes nothing to be corrupt, only the strongest can carry innocence like a shield. Do you get what I’m saying?” You’re so strong.

“…And then you say something like that,” You breathe out softly. My fingers itch to touch.

“I’m kinda outta it,” You know, “But I’m sure that wasn’t the answer I was looking for.”

“No. It’s just, when giving up on you seems the only way; you show me why I can’t. How smart you are,” I. Oh.

And you’re looking at me like I’m worth looking at. It feels so good to breathe under your eyesight. This is okay.

Arms. Around me. It takes a minute to click and oh, we’re hugging. Why are we hugging?

“Brighton. Please, just try for me. Please, it’s killing me. Please stop it all.”

My warm fuzzys stop. You’ve never outright asked that of me. It was there, I could feel the plead in every move you made, radiating. But now, it’s vocalized.

Now you’ve done it.

I stop hugging but you cling. Are you crying? Am I crying? I can’t stop, this is bigger then me. I tell you as much.

“Get help, Bright. Get help and get out. Please,” I can’t promise anything, but-

“I-I’ll try?”-maybe.

——–

Sobriety is officially the world’s most overrated thing, ever. It’s two days later, 4 ‘til Christmas. And I’m sorry, but this isn’t working for me.

My face is wet, my body is shaking. I can’t tell what I’m experiencing withdrawals from because I’ve been on them all. You’re gripping me tight, saying words like “love” and “proud” and “Brighton”.  There’s a fog to you. Your sounds penetrate, your words do not. I can’t see you either, but my eyes are probably closed/ I’m really cold.

“Can’t, can’t,” Mumble, mumble.

“Sh, you can, Brighton. You can-”

“Can’t, can’t. I can’t. I-Spencer-can’t,”

“Sleep, relax. So good, Bright,” Fuck, I’m so cold. Fuck, it’s so hot.

This isn’t going to end well, and we both know it.

You have optimism for days.

———

It’s three days later and tomorrow is Christmas.

I can’t get up, I can’t move. This isn’t enough.

My chest hurts, why are you doing this to me?

This is cruel, you are cruel. Staying at my house; by my side, making me food, warming my body. How dare you?

I’m feeling better though, I must admit. I’m not shaking nearly as hard and my eyes can open again. I still want it. Fuck, I want so much it feels like I’m going to explode with pure need of an absolution.

“Bright,” Yes? “Brighton, I have to visit my parents tomorrow morning. Think you can handle yourself for that long?” Is this all you think of me?

Am I just a… child? A child for you to fuss over, to coo over, to hold my hand when I fall and pick back up?  Is that all? You’re an angel in my eyes. You’re the greatest good there is, pure innocence in human form, strong to hold it.  That’s what you are; you are so close to perfection. I am a child.

“Go ahead,” I’ll show you child.

———

“I was starting to worry about you, kid.”

“Just a quick vacation off,” I assure. My eyes are flickering around the dim apartment, home away from home.

“Come in, come in. Merry Christmas,” His laugher feels hollow. It doesn’t just seem. Like, I can feel this. Feel the empty space where the meaning behind it would be.

I wander in, and you cross my mind. I can’t pinpoint why I’m doing this to myself, to you. The moment you bid me goodbye, I was out like a light, shoes on and headed to where my vices materialize. To this hole in the wall, hole in my heart. Fuck, this place is so dirty.

I am so dirty.

“Come in, I said,” Right, right. I take my small steps in, room opening up before me, and “Take a seat kid,” Kid. Kid. Kid.

I’m always a kid to this guy, but I’ve never felt more young. I’m hardly this adult I’m supposed to be. Although, I’m hardly an adult legally, but point in case; I am. I am, but I’m not. I’m so not.

“What’s good?” His opinion was always good. Revert to old habits, I suppose. Fuck, I’m thinking way too much, “Anything to clear my mind?”

“Fer sure, kid,” He smiles slow and snake-like, same as always. I’ll be leaving here doped up, “You know the price,” I do. I know, but it kills a part of me every time. And actually, I’m pretty sure it killed me the first time and now he’s just chipping away at the remains. My throat feels dry, my heart is pounding and for someone so dead, I sure do feel.

Dark rooms, and a shove towards my hell.

Sleep is a dream.

…

As soon as possible I’m out of there too. Kid fresh out of a candy store, pockets bulging with sweets.  I wrap my sweatshirt closer around my frame and think about you again. (Always) You would hate me if you knew. If you knew how I fuel this obsession, and that it is so wrong and I am so wring. I want to stop, I’ve never wanted that so bad.

I feel dizzy as I enter my apartment again, and with no drugs my thoughts come cleaner. Nothing as fragmented or ridiculous. Well, maybe a little, but I think that’s just me.

…Maybe…that’s…just…

me.

The powder I was measuring splatters with realization, but. I don’t. Care. I don’t. I- me. Me. It’s… I can decipher myself within this…. this shell. I have lines around me, a joint ready to be rolled, I have myself. I blink. I blink again. And I can’t breathe, but I’m inhaling steadily. I don’t want this. Well, I do, I still feel the pull, but mentally I don’t want this. This vice.

The door opens. You. You wont understand, you’ll jump to conclusions. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I jump up from kneeling, frantic. Got to hide it, all of it. Flush it, ignore it, pretend. Please don’t see!

“Het Bright, I got you…” You trail off. You’re not looking at me, no. You’re staring angrily at the whit dust on the table. It’s not what it looks like!

“No,” I whisper. It’s not what it looks like! I wanted the escape, the crutch, I needed it then. I gave up myself, my body to someone and to these drugs. I know. I know, okay? But, but, I didn’t! I don’t want to! I was weak, I was… a child. I’m done. Please, please, I want to grow up! I want this to end! Please, “Spencer,”

Your eyes flick to mine, watery. Both. I want you to understand, but I can’t get the words on my side. I can’t. I can’t.  

“Why?” You croak, “Why are you killing me?” No! No, that’s the last thing I wanted. Blame.

“No! Spencer. No, I-I. I didn’t…I couldn’t…I flushed them…weal…didn’t…want…flushed…I can feel me, now. I don’t want that to stop… I don’t want you… to go. Didn’t…swear,” I stumble my words, and to you, arms outstretched. I grab you before you can go, grab you tight and cling.”

I’m so sorry.

I don’t ever want to lose you.

I don’t ever want to lose me, again.

Don’t leave me with my vices.

I’m scared.

“I’m scared.”

Please answer me. Please do something. Please, please?!

“You need real help. I’m only one person. I’m only 20. You need to go, leave and stay there until you’re better,” I nod, understanding. I’m too much.

I’m a child.

You’re far too young to be taking care of someone who can’t take care of themselves. Can’t love someone who can’t possibly love themselves. Can’t touch something so dirty.

“And,” You continue, angling my face to yours, “I know what you’re thinking,” Nod, “I’m not going any-fucking-where. I’m here, I’m with you until you can’t stand me anymore,” You promise. Suddenly, there’s a click form my bedroom, glass shattering as my desertlamp burns itself out.

And in my semi-lit apartment, Christmas day, energy buzzing between our eyes.

We’ve got optimism for years.

 (*)

End.

[pahhw]

Smosh Winter Horror

I watched the old live stream video where Lasercorn and Booze played Mario Kart 8 and in the Q&A part there was a question who would suvive if there is a Smoah Horror movie, so i decided to write this fanfiction. English isnt my native language so there mind be some grammer fails.

At the end of the day i like you all but you have to die in this story.

The setting.

The third Smosh Wintergames have been finished. Its the friday evening, the crew and the equipment are already on the way back.

Matt Raub, Damien, Shayne, Keith, Noah, Ian, Oliva, Corthney,

Wes, Joven, Lasercorn, Mari, Sohinki, Booze,  are left. On Sunday morning the departure is planed.

Joven got the LVP award again, Keith the MVP, Wes team lost the games but all are fine and want enjoy the evening.

Joven is in his room, looking for the trophy he didnt want.

Damien takes a shower in his room. Shane and Keith are in the Kitchen preparing some food. Sohinki and Ian are playing MarioKart in the livingroom.

The Girls are outside in the hot tube relaxing after the day.

Suddenly inside the house is a loud pop is to hear and all light turns off.

Everyone is in the dark, You hear a lought „Arrrgh“ followed by short din and a loud banging.

People are getting there phones out to use the flashlight. Shayne amd Keith are going to the hall and see Matt Raub down on the flor.

„Hold my phone!“ Shayne hands Keith the phone and starts to give Matt Raub first aid. „Guys, I need help in the hall!“ Joven and Wes appear upstairs and when the notice what happend Joven can only watch while Wes goes to help.

Meanwhile Damien is still under the shower. „Guys, thats not funny please turn the light on. I cant see and im still coverd in shampoo.“  Right now he has no clue what happend.

Outside the house the girls (also with there phone flashlights) are yelling „whats wrong“ but know one respond

Now everyone expect for Damien and the girls are in the Hall.

Wes: „We need lights. Someone look for the fuse box.

Lasercorn, Noah and Keith are leaving for the celler to look for the fuse box.

Lasercorn takes the lead. Noah holds Lasercorns phone so he can look inside the fuse box.

The main fuse is off. „Oh just the main fuse is offline. Now it should work again.“ Lasercorn says while pushing the switch. A loud beng and the switch goes offline again, sparks spray over Lasercorn. „God damned“ he yells and jump back from the fuse box.

Keith: What should we do?

Noah: We should go trough the rooms and unplug all stuff. Then we can try it again

Lasercorn: I dont touch this again

When the 3 left for the fuse box, Sohinki went outside to tell the girls what happend.

They girls are shocked and try to call for help, like Joven  but no one of the phones have a signal.

Damien has managed to get clean of the shampoo and leave the bathroom. Running into Noah.

„What happend Noah.“ „The mainfuse is offline and Matt Raub is dead, he fall from the stairs,“

„Oh my god“ „We unplug all stuff so we can turn the fuse on, can you take this room, I will go to the next.“ Noahs voice is husky.

20 Minutes later the group sits togehter in the living room

Ian, Sohinki and Noah have been able to reactivate the lights.

Wes, Lasercorn, Shanye and Damien have carried Matt Raub up in one room, where he can rest.

The Girls have gotten dry cloths and still try to call outside, but there is still no signal.

Wes says: „I go outside, i realy need a smoke.“ Joven, Damien, Sohinki, Ian and Lasercorn go with him outside

Courtney then says: „I want some icecream or stuff.“ The Girls and Noah go to the kitchen.

Keith and Shanye are left at the table.

Outside.

Lasercorn: I havent smoked since Babycorn was born, but i i realy need it now.

Joven: The last words i said to Matt Raub was <you are a jerk giving me the lvp again>

Ian: He know that you havent been serious.

Damien: If i would been under the shower i could have helped him.

Wes: He was dead when he slamed on the ground, we all couldnt do anything.

Sohinki: I still cant believe it.

In the kitchen: Courtney: Why is there no icecream?

Boze: We are also out of chocolate; DAMNED WES

Oliva: I still cant believe what happend.

Marie hugs Oliva and says: We all cant believe it

Noah: Do you smell this. It smells like cake

Courtney: You are right.

While looking in the cabinets Noah opens the oven and sees 14 Cupcakes and a little note.

„I made you a little gift, Enjoy it, Sarah“

Noah: Oh Sarah left us cubcakes. Thats nice.

Back in the living room. The smoking group is already sitting at the table again when the kitchen group came back.

Noah: Sarah left us cupcakes.

Everyone grabs one expect for Keith. He looks down and seems to be far away.

Noah shakes his shoulder and Keith return. Noah gives him the first cupcake and says „Sarah made them for us.“

Before everyone has a cupcake Ian says. „Before you eat lets say something about Matt Raub.“

Everyone stands up and hold the cupcake up. In the middle of the table is the last cupcake that would have been Matt Raubs.

Joven takes the word: To our good friend and boss Matt Raub. May he live in on in our Memories“

Everybody bites his/her cupcake.

Suddenly Keith, Wes, Ian and Courtney start to struggle. Wes eyes roll so only the white can be seen. Oliva grabs her throat, Oliva catches Courtney when she falls

Keiht hits the ground. Ians head falls on the table.

In less then 5 seconds the all died.

Noah kneels down and looks whats wrong with Keith, repeatedly yelling his name.

Shanye and Damien looking out for Ian.

Joven and Lasercorn take care of Wes.

Marie and Boze are shocked.

Noah: Keith whats wrong, wake up. Please wake up. He yells while a tear runs down his face.

Joven: Wes wake up.  Joven softly slaps Wes face.

Oliva with horror on here face can only hold Courtney

Marie sees the note from Sarah on the table and look at it, with a questioning facial expression she looks at the backside.

She yells „Guys we have a problem.“

Noah still dont react. The other guys look up to Marie.

„This not is not from Sarah. The letters f, h and d are totaly different from hers. And the backside feels strange. There are 3 letters, w a and d.“

Shanye and Joven look for the letter. Joven says: „It looks like invisible ink.” Before he can be stopped he takes his lighter out and heats the paper with the flame.

“Joven be careful.” says Shayne but its already to late. The paper catches fire and Joven drops it.

The burning letter falls to the ground as its says  >You will all die<

Everyone is back in the living room. Togehter to put the corpse in the room with Matt Raub.

The all look at each other suspiciously, expect for Noah who is in despair.

Noah: I gave Keith the cupcake, i killed my best friend.

Oliva: It wasnt your fault, everyone could have gotten the poison. She hugs Noah to calm him down

Marie: We need to get out of here. Our phones still dont work she says while looking angry at her phone

Sohinki: Marie is right we should check out the cars

Boze: I agree i want get out of here.

Lasercorn: Lets check out the cars.

The group leaves the house and goes to the three cars that have been left.

The wheels are sliced up.

Damien and Shanye investigate the engine compartment of the first car.and see that the cablings are cut across.

Shanye:Its no use, here.

Joven and Mari look in the second car  engine with the same outcome.

Sohinki and Lasercorn open the third car and while still opening three machetes jump out like a deadly jumping devil. Lasercorns heart is pierced througt, he still stands because the machete hold im on his feed. Lasercorn painful scream resounds in the silent night.

Blood is running out of the wound and turn the white snow red.

Sohinki got lucky and only his right shoulder got cut, from the force he falls over.

Damien and Shayne aim to aid Sohinki. The rest is shocked and unable to move for the moment.

Sohinkis wound isnt that deep but it bleeds strong, his winter jacket is already wet from blood.

Joven wants go to Lasercorn bur Marie stops him. “Are you insane it could be a trap.”

Shayne yells “Everyone lets get back to the house.”

Joven yells “We cant let him here like that.”

Damien: “We cant help him anymore.”

The group returns to the house. Sohinki can move by himself. While walking there is a mechanical click. Shayne screams in sudden pain when a bear trap bites his left leg.

Damien runs to the house. Joven want go to Shayne but Marie stops him again: “We dont know if there are more bear traps. Stay here. Shanye we will get you help. Just dont move to much.”

Shayne: Please HURRY!

Damien returns with 2 brooms and a mop. “With these check the snow so we can avoid more traps.” He hands Joven and Marie the brooms. Using it like a blind one his cane the three pierce the snow around Shayne. They dont find more traps and after some struggle they can free Shayne.

Back in the living room Marie treat Sohinkis wound, while Damien take care of Shaynes.

Noah: “What should we do now?” He is still shocked from what happend.

Joven: “We could walk down the mountion.”

Shayne: “Thats a brillant idea Joven. In the middle of the night walking down a mountion when there is someone trying to kill us AND MY FUCKING LEG IS RAGGED!”

Sohinki: “Shayne is right, we can not walk its about 12 miles to the next mainstreet and we probably dont find someone to help us at a time like this.”

Joven: “We still have the snowmobils.”

Damien: “We are too many to escape with the two snowmobiles.We shou...”

Düddelü düddelü düddelü

From upstairs there is the sound of a phone.

Sohinki “Thats matt raubs phone”

Marie:”Maybe we can call help.”

Everyone except Shayne run upstairs. He is left alone and dont notice the person in a black cloak behind him. From behind him an hand covers his mouth and after a short crackling sound he fades out.

The seven enter the room where the ringing is coming from.

Sohinki:” Why is it so hot in here?”

Oliva: “That doesnt matter, where is the phone?”

After a short search Oliva open the drawer from the bedside table. The ringing and the vibartion from the phone are clear to hear.

The second she open it she screams. Big angry hornets leave the drawer.

Olivia turns around and run, in panic she opens the door and runs outside on the balcony.

The other try to defend themselfs.

Oliva runs to the end of the balcony, still screaming, when she turns around she sees a swarm of hornets following her. With the back agains the railing she still scream, when the swarm arrives and start stinging the railing brake and Oliva falls from the second flor to the ground. She fall on the table. The fall breaks her back and leaves her skull open. Before she fades in her death the last thing she sees in the swarm following her down.

Joven, Sohinki and Booze already left the room, Noah, Mari and Damien can follow Oliva because the most hornets already followed her.

In the moonlight they can see that the swarm fly down behind the broken railing.

Some hornets fly outside the room in the house, they fly straight down and start to sting Olivas jacket. Mari and Damian take the stairs from the balcony do look after Oliva. Noah looks for the phone. It wasnt a call, the alarm still rings, and the alarm is named: TIME TO DIE.

Outside with Mari and Damien

Some hornets still sting Oliva but the most are already in a hibernation like state.

Mari swipes of the hornets from Olivas face, Damien checks Olivas heartbeat.

“She isnt breathing and her heart donts beat.” Damien start with CPR.

Mari helps him.

Noah follows Joven Sohinki and Booze with the phone. The free went back to the living room but Shanye is gone.

Joven: “We should search for him.”

Booze: “I dont want to go alone. None of us should be alone. Why havent we left him behind?”

Noah enters the room.

“Oliva fall from the balcony. Mari and Damien went after her.” He shows around the phone. “We have been fooled by the alarm.” His voice is week.

Sohinki: “Shanye is gone, we will start search for him.”

The four walk around the house. When they enter the kitchen  there is nothing suspicious.

Noah and Booze walk around the worktop in the middle.

Shayne lays on the flor, over his head he has a cooking pot, in his throat is a big knive

Noah turns around and pukes in the room. Booze screams.

Joven slowly removes the pot. Shayne eyes are open, blood runs down from them. Like  bloody tears, his face shows a evil grin.

Writen on the pot is “Sad Shayne Pot”

Mari and Damien enter the kitchen, Damien carry Olivas on his back.

“She died from the falling. We couldnt do anyth...” Mari stocks when she sees Shayne. Damien fight back his tears.

“We have to leave.” Booze breacks the silence.

Joven: There are two snowmobiles We can use them.”

Mari; “Uts probaly a trap Joven.”

Damien:”We have to try it. Joven can you carry Oliva. I want carry Shayne.”

Together they bring the two dead bodys in the room where the others have been stored.

Damien looks down on his dead friend. The tears now pass down his face. He removes the bloody tears from Shayne face and close his eyes.

After this they six go to get there jackets.

The hornets are still fighting Olivas jacket.

When everybody is ready Damien bring 3 brooms with him.

Joven: “What do you want with them?” Damien:”I have a plan.”

Slowly they move to the garage. Joven want to open the gate but Damian stops him.

“Everyone stand aside. Joven and i open the gate and then noone stands in front of the open gate. We dont know if there are traps. When the gate is open Joven and I will use the broomstick to search the ground for a trip wire or something like that. When we dont find one we will use our phones to look for the light switch. Noone enter we will all watch for traps around the garage.

Everyone agrees with the plan.

They open the gate, nothing happens.

Damien and Joven squat down and start to use the broomsticks like in the game blind man's buff.

Nothing happens.

The go inside and with the phones flashlight the look around to find the light switch.

While looking the garage Booze steps on something, a sharp metalic click and a crossbow bolt shoot at Booze, she is frozen but Mari grabs her and pull her aside. The bolt would have hitten Booze face, but while grabing her Mari get shot through her heart. Both fall on the ground.

Joven hasnt notice it and pulls the light switch, the light turns on.

The group is shocked when the notice that Mari is dead also.

Booze is shocked, “She saved me.”

The two snowmobiles look normal.

Noah: “We hava a problem. We are five and only four can fit on the two snowmobils.”

Damien inspects the bottom of snowmobil. “We just have to constrict.”

Joven inspects the other one. “I cant find anything strange.”

Damien: “Neither do I. We should give it a try. Guys get out of here.”

Booze: “What do you mean?”

Damien: “I will start the snowmobil. When anything happen you guys will be out of the dangerzone.”

Noah hugs Damien, Sohinki too. Suddenly they all are in a group hug.

Damien is able to start both snowmobils and bring them out of the garage. He locks the garage.

“Mari will be save inside till we got help. Sohinki can you hold on someone with your shoulder?” Sohinki trys to say something but all he can do is coughing blood. Since he got wounded he barely talked. In the moonlight the looks more like a ghost. He collapse on the snow.

Joven and Damien turn him around. Sohinki is coverd in sweat, has shivering fit and hot fever.

“My blood burns. I cant see.” Sohinki voice is weak but the whispering sounds loud in the silent night of horror.

Damien: “Whats wrong with you? Sohinki pull yourself togehter.”

Damien removes the bandage, the wound contains some green slime like substance. Meanwhile Joven runs back to the house, he want to get the first aid kit.

“That look like poison. I dont know what we can do.”

“So cold, it is so cold.” Sohinkis last words are barly to hear, even Damien cant get them clearly. He passes out and dies when his breathing stops.

They place Sohinki next to Mari and relock the garage.

Joven hasnt returnd yet.

Noah: “What is he doing so long.”

Damien: “I have a bad feeling.”

The three survivor heading back to the house.

There is only light in the hall and the livingroom, Joven isnt in this two rooms.

Damien: “Joven are you here? Answer me! Where are you?”

Booze isnt happy. “I swear to god, Joven if you make a jump scare i will be the one who kills you.”

Noah: “Is there light upstairs? It looks like a little lamp.”

Damiens gets a serious facial expression. He whispers: “Noah close the door, Booze you turn off the light, stand behind me and dont move.”

Noah closes the door. Booze turn off the lightswitch and screams. In the moonlight that shines in the dark hall they see how Booze uncontrollable  fidget. She falls on the ground.

Damien: “Biscuit!” Booze isnt breathing and there is also no heartbeat, even the revival measures dont work.

Noah looks upstairs again. “There is still some light upstairs.”

Damien takes a deep breath: “Ok, we will go back to back. Hold the flashlight up so you can watch the hall behind us. I will look in front.”

Even a blind man could see how nervous Noah is, but the two can go up to the second flor.

The light comes from the big bathroom at the corridors end.

Togehter they arrive and Damien hands his phone to Noah. Noah stand behind Damien. If someone is inside the bathroom he has to go throught Damien and to the left in the corridor to escape. Noah is in the corridor deadend so he should be out of danger.

The door is sligtly open, the light is bright.

Damien holds up three fingers. Noah is ready. Damien is down to two fingers. Down to one finger.

Damien kicks the door open, with a loud bang the door smash the wall behind her radius.

Noah flinches because he didnt expected that. Damien cant believe what he see.

Joven is leaning against the opposite wall, with a knive his left pulp arteries are cut open almost to his elbow. He still holds the knive. Jovens blood is all over the floor.

Noah look in the room while Damien stares like a statue. Noah cant hold togehter and pukes in the corridor, Noah falls on his knees. Damien slowly goes to Joven and check his pulse. Again there is no chance to help his dead friend.

Outside by the snowmobil again.

“Ok Noah we have to pull ourselfs togehter, you take the second snowmobil and follow me down the mountain.”

Noah: “I dont think i can drive.” Noah is shivering mostly from fear and shock and a little from the cold.

Damien: “OK, then sit behind me.”

Damien sits on his snowmobil, Noah takes the second seat.

Noah: „Drive slow. We dont need an accidant in the snowy forest.“

Damien; „Use you phone and try to connect with the police. Hopefully we get a signal when we are closer to the street.“

Slowly they drive down the mountain. With the cars it took 3 hours from the mainstrait to the house, with the snowmobil and this speed it would take about 4 or 5.

The ride is unadventurous. Time passes by and without a reason the snowmobil stops and turn off.

Noah, who fall asleep while the riding, awaken with a jolt.“What happend?“

Damien pushes the buttons, turn the ignition key.

Damien:“I dont know, the energy says its charged but that stupid thing dont want to move.“

Noah and Damien dismount.

Noah: „What should we do? We are two hours away from the house and more than two hours away from the street.“ Noahs talk himself in panic. „Even when we can find the street we are still somewhere in nowhere, in the winter, in the middle of the night, in a forest when a killer is behind us.“ Damien slaps Noahs face hard. Noah falls on the ground and look shocked up to Damien.

„It dont help if we panik. We have to go down the mountain. The moon is bright enough so we can see thanks to the snow. We can call for help when we go to the street.“

Damien search his poket and find his cigarrets, only one is remaining.

Maybe the last cig of my life Damien thinks, he shake his head to get rid of this thought.

The smell of burning tobacco pollute the night.

Damien sits on the snowmobil and inspect his phone. „How much battery have you left?“

Noah stands up and look: „27 percent left.“

Damien groan: „I have 13 left, hopefully its not a bad omen. Its about 3 pm. The sun rises in 5 hours.“

Noah: “I cant believe that its only about seven hours since Matt Raub died.“ Noah stands up and sits next to Damien on the snowmobil

Damien:“To be fair you have sleept about 90 min of the six hours. Sorry for the slap but we shouldnt panic.“

Noah: „It is ok.“ Noah says while his tummy rumbles. Damien grab in his poket and gives Noah a granola bar. Noah open it but stop then, he looks suspicious at the food.

Noah:”You dont want it?”

Damien put his hand over his poket. „I have another one.“

Noah: „Are you sure the killer couldnt poison them?“

Damien:“I took them from home. Noone has known about them. They should be save.“

Noah eats the granola bar. Damien has finished smoking.

Damien: „Lets go. We shouldnt use the flashlight much and we should stay togehter.“

Noah: „Are you not eating your granola bar?“

Damien:“I dont have a second one, but you wouldnt eaten it when you know that i have only one.“

Noah grabs his throat.  „Why?“

Damien: „You needed it more than i would. I cant abondon a friend.“

Noah relaxes. Damien and Noah start walking down the mountain.

Same time has passed.

Out of a near bush a aggressiv growl sounds. Suddenly a white wolf jumps out the bush.

With a attack posture it goes closer to the two. The wolfs fangs and snot are coverd in blood. The blood shines silver in the moonlight.

Damien and Noah move backwards. The wolf growls and move slowly closer.

The wolf jumps again. Damien jumps to the left, Noah to the right.

Noah runs of in the woods. Damien face the wolf but the wolf dont move any closer.

Damien still go backwords. The wolf is still growling, ready to attack if Damien gets closer.

From the distance Damien sees a dead venison behind the bush and three or four wolf puppies.

Damien realize that the wolf only protect his children. He runs away to the left. He circumnavigate  the wolf and his puppys and go after Noah.

Noah keept running, in the cold night his breath created white clouds. The last 7 hours have been a nightmare. His friends died one after another. Now he was seperate from Damien. Worn-out Noah lean to a tree to catch some breath. The moon with the help of the snow creates enough light to watch a few yards so he felt save for the moment.

The wood was coverd in darkness for only a few seconds when a cloud coverd the moon.

Noahs heart stoped when the light returned, coverd in a black coat a man stand in front of him.

The mans hands grabed Noahs throat and choked him. All Noah could whisper was „please dont“

the man choked even stronger and slowly Noah fades away, just before the world turn black someone run into the attacker, all three fall on the ground. Noahs loses his glasses while falling,

Greddy for air after the suffocate Noah breaths heavy.

In the light and without the glasses all he could see are two silhouettes fighting.

„NOAH RUN!“ Damiens voice shout.

Damien hit for the masked face but the enemy envaded, a short but heavy fight startet.

Damien attacks fierce but nothing works, the masked guy evades and blocks everything.

As last attemp Damien trys a sidekick, the masked guy ram his elbow on Damiens knee. Because of the sudden pain Damien loses his balance and fall on the ground.

The attacker pulls out a hunting knive, he aims to impale damiens heart.

Damien grabs the attackers wrist and twisted it. The attacker goes down on one knee but he uses the  the move to strengt a fist punch right on Damiens nose. Blood spray out, Damiens glasses break and the glas fragments hit his eyes. Blinded from pain and blood Damien deflect the knive so it slice deep in his scrag.

Through the veil of blood Damien sees a gun coverd in the silver light from the moon. Damiens last words are “nooo” before the bullet pierces his head.

Noah finaly found his glasses, when i looked up he saw Damien on the ground with the attacker shooting his head. Damiens blood sprays over to Noah. Only 30 seconds have passed since Damien saved him. Unable to move from the horror he saw and the chocking Noah can only stare how masked man walks over and get something out of his cloak. “You are the last one.”

Slowly he masked man bows over. Crackling sounds mix with Noahs heavy breathing. “Good Night” The shock from a stun gun immobalize Noah even more. He cries in pain. A second shock then a third one, finally after the fourth one Noah blacks out.

With pain on the whole body Noah woke up. Without his glasses all he saw was a white light.

His arms where locked with duct tape on his body, his face, body and legs are fixed with duct tape to a bathtube. His mouth was taped too. Same shadow puts his glasses on. Noahs tears open his eyes when he saw the unmasked face. “Yes it was me all the time. I faked my own death.” Noah struggles in his cuffs. “The way i killed Joven looks like a suicide. I will blame everythin on him. When you died noone is can tell the truth.” The unmasked man turns on the water. “You will drown here and im done with all smosh members.” Noah fights his strings even harder but he is still worn-out from all that happens. “When the water cover your ears you will not be able to hear me any longer, so my last words to you should be I see you in hell.” He said with a evil grin. Tears burn in Noahs eyes, he strugeles even harder. There is no escape while slowly the water rises. The evil grin of the guy he saw as his friend breaks his heart. In the moment when the water cover his eyes all he think, Please be fast. His struggles end when the light out of his eyes vanish.

epilogue

The story became much longer than i expectet when i started.

I realy hope you like it and that you dont feel to bad about what happend to your friends and to your self.

I have watched much of your stuff and i used it against you. :)

For example i know that Noah almost drowned so i let him die in the water.

Joven will be blamed for all the murders because he is often blamed for stuff

Killing Wes with a cupcake made me laugh hard because he would probably die with a smile.

Lasercorn said in “Put it in my mouth” that he always think that when someone spits out the food the hell Shayne instand of shame so i placed the pot over his head.

Oliva is afraid of butterflys and other insects so the hornets where a good idea because they are dangerous when enraged.

Noah gave Keith the poisoned cupcake so he would feel even worse about the situation,