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NASH RUSHES back home inside the suite as he slammed the front door shut, he looked around to see you weren't even home, he felt like everything was going to absolute shit.
He rushes inside the shared bedroom you two shared, yanking open the closet and pulling out his and your suitcases. "I'm not fucking doing this anymore-- I have to leave this singing shit behind, maybe it'll leave me alone then? I don't know." Nash whispers to himself.
Nash then wails in pain as the scar on his back begins hurting, an aching pain reaching his spine. "Shit!"
After a while of clutching his back, nash begins to tear up as he continues packing the clothes for you and him, all the while he cried in pain, tears slipping down his eyes as sobs racked his body.
He hated this so much. he hated you not talking to him, he hated not being able to speak with his best friend who he lost in the accident, he hated it all.
After packing the suitcases, nash stood up and walked out the room, as he did, he pauses when he sees the whole entire living room coated in blood.
In the center of the living room stood trent, smiling at him with a smile that stretched— he also saw his older sister, someone he'd never thought he'd see again after she died.
Her smile also stretched on and on continually. she followed nash's movements, tilting her head.
Trent did the same.
"This isn't real." Nash whispers, gulping nervously as he began to back away— but he realizes his feet were rooted to the ground. "No, no, no..."
His sister, anita, begins making her way towards him as her jaw opens, her mouth stretched as the lights shut off.
"No, no." Nash mumbled, tearing up as he watched anita get closer as trent circled around him, giggling.
"Stop!" Nash shouts.
Suddenly something hard like tree bark pierced his stomach. Nash couldn't even cry anymore due to the blood filing up inside his throat.
He looks down to see that around him it didn't even feel like he was at home anymore. a tear falls down his eye as he sniffles, lips trembling as the blood drips from the opened wound in his stomach. he coughs up blood as the tears fall from his eyes, he reaches up to clutch his bloodstained shirt.
He looked up at the chandelier above him, another tear slipping from his eyes.
Then, he goes limp.
Trent and anita vanish from his vision as nash coughed up more blood, he hit the ground as tears fell from his eyes.
