you shouldve known

Paper sat on the couch, the entire day- waiting for the search party to come back with good news.

or just news.

But they never did.

The group never came back.

"Shit, SHIT SHIT!" Oj tossed stuff everywhere, paper standing in the corner of their shared bedroom-shaking. "im sorr-"  "This isn't your fault." Oj snapped, and groaned after. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Paper stood there, feeling so guilty. He sent them.This was his fault.

He did this.

HE DID THIS.

Paper laid on the floor of his and oj's room. He stared at the ceiling, and started crying. He sobbed into his shirt sleeves, wiping at his face. clawing at it. Clawing at his skin, his neck, balling his hands into fists so tight he bled. He stood up, taking off his shirt and tossing it into the laundry bin. He walked over to the bathroom connected to their room, and he stared into the mirror.

Inspecting the scars on himself, inspecting his freckles, his body.

he started crying again. He cried as he stared into the mirror, his face covered in scratch marks, bits of blood, and tears. It stung. but he didn't care.

And then he got an idea. Paper walked over to oj's desk, grabbing a blank piece of printer-paper, and a pen. And got to writing. He huffed and threw the pen at the wall, it clicked against it and fell to the ground. Paper stared at his work for a second. Then he walked back into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet that stood over the toilet. he grabbed something, he didn't bother to check what it was. he threw the note in front of the door, and sat on the bed with the pills...staring as they taunted him. called him.

do it paper

do it

DO IT PAPER.COWARD

————————————————————————————Oj came back from his walk that he took to cool down. He was still pissed and stressed about the fact that five more people just went missing. He huffed and pushed the door open to the hotel, looking around. The lobby was full of people, playing games and chatting. normally, paper was there too.cause he didn't like being alone.But he wasn't.So where was paper?

Oj headed to the elevator, and headed to their room. he pushed open the door to a sleeping paper on their bed, and all thoughts were pushed out of his head. Good, he was okay. Oj stepped further into the room, and onto a note. it crunched under his foot. He jumped a bit, cause it was loud, before reaching down to pick it up, opening it to read it.

Dear oj, my beloved boyfriend.

Oj's heart dropped. But he kept reading.

I have done something bad, I've made a mistake. I sent that group off to try and find our missing friends, and they became part of that missing group. I'm so sorry. Today, I had a thought. It's something I've wanted to do for awhile. I never told you because I didn't want to make you worry, or have to be 'careful' around me, so I never said anything. im dead by the time you are reading this. I took some random bottle of pills from our medicine cabinet, and went to sleep. Forever. I do truly Love you, but I just couldn't take it. The guilt of losing five more friends was my last straw. I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me, and I'll meet you again someday. Goodbye. -your boyfriend, paper.

Oj fell to the floor. he clenched the note in his hand, covering his mouth with his free hand and sobbing into it. "oh my god.." oj whimpered, staring at the floor. He looked up to his boyfriend's dead body that laid on the bed. He just looked like he was sleeping. but he was gone. forever.

Oj pulled himself up. His body felt so heavy. the weight of guilt. he trudged over to the bed where paper lay. he got in, laying next to him. He hugged him, crying onto his chest."im so sorry paper- im so sorry I didn't notice sooner....you should've said something..don't leave me..."

"Please.."