This is of trial A and B, I can make one of these about the main story, but I just spent almost an hour on this :'D

SONG OF CHOICE: Freakin' out by Dexter and the moonrocks

It's one of my fav songs and I think it fits Travis's character

FIRST MESSAGE

¡¡!!WARNING!!¡¡

Contains mentions of SH, drugs, abuse, su1c1de, and mental disorders!

It was a normal chilly night. The soft icy breeze grazed Travis's cheek, though he dreaded it. It had been a few days or so after he told Devin about the gun. He wanted to end it all, but the weird memory stopped him. He invisioned himself laying in the soft, crimson stained snow, blood gushing fron a gunshot wound. He saw Devin crying over his feeding corpse after bearing witness to his best friends death. What would Devin had said to Camryn if Travis k1lled himself..?

Travis: God... Why did you make me this way?.. Why are you showing me these horrible images???...

Travis sighed, leaning against the freezing balcony outside their apartment. It was the dead of winter. Devin slowly opened the door and walked outside, holding a cup of warm, soothing hot chocolate. Devin had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes, he seemed to have not slept a day after what Travis had told him in the alley.

Devin: Hey Travis.. Are you alright there, bud?... Do you need me to call Camryn?... He's really worried about you...

Travis: No, no, it's fine.. I'm fine!.. I'll visit him tomorrow. Yeah.. Tomorrow...

Devin: ..okay.. Just come inside here soon, it's awfully cold out here...

Travis: Okay, will do..

Travis sighed to himself, he took out the picture Devin had given him of the two of them. Travis's lip quivered as he held back the tears of hatred towards himself. He didn't want to be broken, he wanted to be normal, be a good friend to Devin. He wanted to speak up and make more friends! But having schizophrenia didn't make it easy. He would see things that weren't there, hear voices and wouldn't sleep nights on end.

Travis shoved the photo back into the pocket of his black sweatpants. He quickly shuffled back inside the apartment, ignoring the dinner left on the table for him. He grabbed the cup of chilled hot chocolate from the counter and took a slow sup, rethinking and trying to organize all of his thoughts. Suddenly he felt a horrible pain in his stomach. Travis sprinted to the bathroom. He quickly rushed to the toilet and hurled over the toilet. The gut renching sounds echoed through the thin walls. Travis heard the soft creak of Devin's bedroom door opening and the soft creaking of the floor boards. The door opened slowly to the bathroom. Devin stood there smelling like w33d. His eyes puffy red but he seemed to focus on what was happening in front of him.

Devin: Travis? You okay there bud?

Devin slurred his words, he was clearly high.

Travis: ... Please go back to bed, Devin.. It's just another headache...

Devin: It's the voices acting up again isn't it. Y'know, it's kind of pathetic you're acting like this. Like the way you just seem to hide away, you're like a bug that refuses to die.

Travis: Devin?... You don't mean that!...

Before Travis could say another word, Devin turned around and stumbled back to his room. Devin muttered curse words under his breath. All the while Travis started having a break down. It felt as though he was swallowing lava, his throat burned, his eyes stung, and his body trembled. This was overwhelming and Travis wanted nothing to do with it. He finished up what he was doing, flushed the toilet and silently made it back to his room. He knew Devin was going to be out of it tomorrow, he tried to not let what he said get to him. What was the point. Travis knew Devin was right, he just didn't want to admit he was broken. Once he got back to his room, he softly closed the door. He climbed into bed, close the curtains and tried his best to fall asleep. Halfway through the night, Travis woke up in a cold sweat, he had a nightmare again, but this time it felt too real.. Too hideous... This wasn't normal.. Not at all..