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webhead:
hey man. i’m so sorry to do this, you know. ive been trying to make it but i wake up and i just can’t be bothered anymore. and even now i’m selfish. i always am. i know your not gonna see this for another few hours, i know your asleep. i love you man.
webhead:
don’t blame yourself, it’s always been me. your more than enough, you’ve always been more than enough. your the best dude. your my guy in the chair. tell NYC i’m sorry. tell your mum i’m sorry.
webhead:
i do love you. you do know that your the reason i’ve been holding on. but i’m not enough anymore. you can have my star wars posters, and make sure the put me next to mum and dad.
webhead:
i love you. goodbye. thank you ned.
Peter frowned as tears made there way onto the phone. He had typed in Ned’s new number, he had gotten a new phone that day. It was a shame the first and last text Ned would receive from him on that phone was a suicide note. It was a shame he was so weak. It was a shame. It was all a shame. It was a shame he was standing on top of a fucking bridge at midnight.
ding! ding!
He shouldn’t check… but what if Ned needed him. Ned should be asleep. Ned never texted him at night and surely suicide wasn’t an important enough reason.
Ned:
This must be hard for you, but it gets better. Why don’t we talk, you don’t have to do this. It’s gonna get better.
Ned:
I’m not Ned, but I want to help. My name is Sam, what’s your name? And where are you?
webhead:
sorry dude, wrong number.
have a nice night and forget about it.
sorry for messing your night up sam.
Ned:
Whats your name? Where are you? I can’t just forget about it, so please tell me. Should I tell you a bit about myself?it can just be a casual conversation
Ned:
My name is Sam Wilson, what about you?
webhead:
fine. you clearly won’t leave me alone, so my name is peter. im 15 and im about to jump of a fucking bridge.