My Bestfriend's Brother

Connor Franta Fan Fic



13. Selfharm warning


I was literally the happiest person on the entire planet. We went inside. "Guys come here!" I yell. Ricky, Jc, Sam, Kian, and Trevor come in. "What?" They say. "Well, were engaged!


"Well, were engaged!" They say. It's like a knife stabbed me multiple times. I was still in love with Brianna. But she loves Connor. The feelings aren't mutual. "Congrats guys!" Kian says. The other boys agree with him. I nod my head in agreement. I glad she's happy but it kills me. I hope they don't notice. "I'm going to go upstairs I'm tired." I say. They nod slowly and I walk upstairs. Once I get to my room I drop to the ground and start crying. I've never cried this hard. I go on twitter to get my mind off things. I see Connor has tweeted.

@ConnorFranta I have something to tell you guys! Go watch my newest video! @BriannaBredahl (that's my twitter go follow me) is in it.

I sigh. That doesn't help. Maybe my fans will. I look at some of the comments on my posts. That'll cheer me up. Some are follow me and some are asking how my day was. One comment was really mean. It said,

"Why do you guys like Ricky? He's gay, worthless, attention-seeking, fat, and ugly. I just don't understand."

That really got to me. I went in the bathroom and got some of my old blades. I put the blade to my wrist. I make a cut. "Worthless." I make another one. "Gay." And another. "Attention-seeking." I make another one. "Fat." Another cut. "Ugly." I finally stop to see 5 kinda deep cuts. I fall to the floor. "Why did I let them win." I say barely above a whisper.

There's a knock on the door. "Ricky?" Brianna says. She walks in and sees me. She's gasps in horror. She cleans up my cuts and bandages them. She flushes the blades down. "Why?" Is all she asks. "H, h, hate." I stutter. She grabs my hand and pulls me to the bed. (Not like that you dirty minded people.)

"Sit." I sit. "You shouldn't listen to those jerks. Ricky you are the funniest, most talented, amazing, skinny, pretty cute if I must admit, person I ever have met. You are doing what you love to make people happy. I don't want you doing this. I don't want to risk losing you." She chokes out.

A tear falls from her face. I wipe it away with my thumb. "I won't I promise." She nods and cries into my shoulder. I wish I wasn't in love with her.

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