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Here's the bad Bam and Suicide fic. Hope you like it.
I stared at my lover. The most beautiful human I have ever seen in my whole life. His curly hair and intriguing blue eyes were beautiful too, sure if you’re talking about looks but I’m not. He’s just beautiful because of his personality, always planning something, good or bad. I just loved him, even if he didn’t love me.
Bam stirred in his sleep, kissing him lightly on the forehead I climbed out of bed slowly. Trying not to wake him from his slumber. Opening the bathroom door, it creaked loudly. Shit, he woke up.
“What time is it?” He asked groggily. I looked at the clock, I knew he was going to kill me for this.
“12:42 pm” I replied.
“What the fuck, Ville, you were supposed to wake me up THREE hours ago!” Bam yelled, pulling on his clothes.
“Oh, it must have slipped my mind” I said sarcastically, “now you’re going to have to tell them where you were last night.” Bam glared, his look actually scared me, his fierce blue eyes piercing my green ones.
“Do you think that’s fucking funny? What do you think would happen if they knew I was sleeping with you?” he said “you” as if I was some sort of deformed freak.
“Ya know what get the fuck out and go back to your girlfriend!” I shouted. Bam looked surprised, as surprised as I felt. Did I really just say that to Bam? Oh shit, Bam was walking up to me, the mean gleam in his eye.
With one solid punch, Bam had me on the ground. Pinning me in a corner he growled in my ear, “Listen close Valo, I don’t know where you got this backbone from but I suggest you stop `cuz you’re pissing me off.” With that Bam stood, pulled on his hoodie and walked out the door slamming it behind him.
I rose off the ground and walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, seeing a now appearing bruise on my cheek. Great, fucking perfect, now I need an excuse. Again. Washing off yesterday’s makeup and applying today’s, I thought of Bam, why the fuck do I let him do this to me. Why do I still love him. A tear escaped my eye, smudging my eyeliner, oh fuck it.
I opened the cabinet and grabbed my razor. Sliding up my long sleeve shirt I sliced my tattooed arm, so it blended in. No one ever noticed. I then cut down my arm vertically across my wrist then I did it to the other, deep into the vein. I crawled into the bathtub and morbidly wrote on the wall with my own blood,
Fuck You Bam Margera
I laughed softly as my last breath left my body, carrying my soul with it.
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