Taylor
Noel's P.O.V.:
My paranoia was kicking in again.
It's 6 am and I can't even poor myself a damn drink without thinking I'm being watched.
I can't do it anymore. The voices in my head scream so fucking loud. They tell me awful things, they keep controlling me.
I only have one more day until the weekend. I can do this.
I got dressed in some grey leggings and a red hoodie. I put on my black vans and walked to school.
Taylor's P.O.V.:
There is this cute girl in my class named Noel. She is really cute but I can tell something is bothering her, she always seems kinda paranoid.
I wonder if she wants some company this weekend, he parents are always off on business trips and she is always alone.
I'm gonna ask her if she wants me to come over this weekend.
Noel's P.O.V.:
Taylor started walking towards me. I wonder why?
"Hey Noel, do you want do,e company this weekend?" He asked shyly
"Yes, please!" I practically begged.
"Cool, I'll text my mom and we can stop at my place and we can go to your place. Sound cool?" He asked
"Yup!" I said.
Man he is so cute. I've kinda had a crush on him for a while and I wonder what he has planned for the weekend.
Taylor's P.O.V.:
Yes! Yes! Yes!
I texted my mom and she didn't care.
I get to stay over with my crush. I have sometching planned for this weekend I just hope she likes me back.
*after the weekend is over*
Noel's P.O.V.:
Man this weekend was fun! We ended up dating and stuff. It's 5:30 am and I need a drink, I'm home alone again...
I ran down the dark hallway to the kitchen. I turned on every light so my paranoia would kick in.
I grabbed a cup then went to the fridge, I opened it and pulled out the container of orange juice and poured myself a glass. I gladly drank it and then poured another half-glass before going upstairs again.
Shit. The hallway. It's dark as balls.
I ran without spilling my drink somehow.
I got to my room and say on my bed. It was dark in my room and I didn't bother with my lights. My paranoia was kicking in bad. I felt like people/things were starring at me somehow.
It's now 6 and I need to get ready for school but I'm afraid to stand in the dark.
Fuck school. I'd rather not risk scaring the shit out of myself.
I called Taylor and asked him to skip with me, he agreed.
*4 months later*
It was 6 am and it's the last month of school. I'm afraid to call Taylor to come over since I do it a lot.
Fuck it. I'm calling him.
Riiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg.....
Riiiiinnnnngggggg....
"Hello? "
"Taylor, babe. It's happening again".
"Look babe I would love to help you right now but I just don't care." He said bluntly
"Oh okay."
"No, wait, Noel, don't call me again. I don't are anymore anyways. Delete my number or block me."
"Deal." I said.
"Goodnight" he said
"Mhmm." I replied.
"I'll see you around" he said
"No you won't. Only on the news." I whispered then hang up
I dropped my phone.
My paranoia has gotten to the point where I don't wanna live anymore.
It has taken over my life. I lost the only person keeping me here. I'm gone too. I wrote him a note.
I grabbed my rope and tied a frayed knot and hung it in my garage. I texted Taylor one last message. "Goodbye"
I put a stool under where my feet would be. I stood on the stool and jumped.
Taylor's P.O.V.:
Noel called and she said "no you won't. Only on the news." What does that mean? Then she sends me a text that says "goodbye". I'm confused.
Anyways I went back to sleep.
*few hours pass*
"TAYLOR, WAKE UP!" My grandpa said crying.
"Huh, what's wrong?" I asked
"Noel. She uh, she is dead." He said crying. He loved her.
"What?" "How?" I asked crying.
"She committed suicide a few hours ago. She wrote you a note, it's on the counter downstairs. " he said crying more.
"S-she is g-gone." I said crying harder.
I ran downstairs and read the note. It said...
"Taylor,
You said were over. I guess since I lost the one person keeping me here I lost myself too. You took my last piece of sanity with you.
My paranoia is too bad and I decided that it's best if I died.
I doubt you care but I love you and I will watch over you from heaven.
Thank you for all of the memories. This is NOT your fault either.
~Noel. "
I broke down. I killed her.
My grandpa read the note and had to sit down from shaking too bad.
We both cried together as I called her parents who probably didn't even care. They sounded happier. Those sick people.
My grandpa and I had the funeral and everything else planned.
At her funeral I didn't want to say goodbye a part of me wanted to believe that she was still here. She was gone.
I went up to go say goodbye and I broke down again, she was so pale. She looked so fragile like if I touched her she would break.
All I could do is cry, I said goodbye and kissed her cold dead lips one last time.
She was gone. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. She is gone.