Tylor’s POV
I didn’t want to hurt him like this. Hopefully he hates me enough now that he wouldn’t care if I died. My hand shakes as I pick up the gun and hold it to my head. Two parts of my self start arguing. Bradie’s half and Zeke’s half.
‘What is there left for me to do?’ I ask myself. Zeke appears in front of me.
‘Come with me. We can live together forever!’ He says. Half of me wants to pull the trigger right now. The other half starts thinking of reasons not to kill myself.
1. I am completely in love with Bradie, he’s done so much for me even after all I’ve put him through.
2. My friends are amazing. They’ve put up with me for ten years and helped me through the death of Zeke.
3. Don’t Tell A Soul fans. They’ve waited six months for us to have more shows and if I die there won’t be any more Don’t Tell a Soul. I know they wouldn’t replace me.
4. My life is just starting to work out.
5. I’ll miss my Taylor so much, he has been the best big brother ever.
They’re the only things I can think of. It’s not enough.
‘Come.’ Zeke says and fades away. Just when I am about to pull the trigger Bradie runs in. His eyes go wide.
‘TYLOR NO!’ He yells. I shake my head.
‘I can’t do it anymore Bradie. I don’t love you. Just go.’ I say. He runs and pushes the gun just as I pull the trigger. There’s a bang and Bradie falls to the floor. Blood splattered everywhere. ‘What have I done?!’ I scream. I hold the gun to my head again and pull the trigger. ‘Shit! Only one bullet.’ I stand frozen. I killed the love of my life.
