A Classroom Of Friends

Old and Married

!TW! Suicidal Thoughts, Violence !TW!

-Demise POV-

"SHUT UP. Just kill him! Nobody loves you. Worthless. How about dieing? Ropes are pretty, you should put one around your neck. Murder them all! It's okay, we arent here for you. Burn them. Stab them. Hit them. Torture them. Shoot them. Your dad doesn't love you, neither does Clopper. Why are you still here? This world isnt a place for you. You are a god! Murder. Shoot. Kill." It's what the voices say to me. I don't know why they are there. I wish they would go away. Sometimes I think I should die. Nobody loves me. The voices tell me I'm a god though, I wonder what they mean. "Demise!" Clopper shouts while bursting through my door. My face flushes red. "Clopper! I missed you, I'm glad you are here." Me and Clopper talked for awhile, I really love him. Sometimes I wish I could run away with him away from all our problems. "Hey Demise, I'm tired, mind if I sleep in your bed?" "Yeah, I don't care, I'm tired too, good night." We fell asleep on top of eachother. I think he lives me, despite what the voices say. I will prove the voices wrong. I had a dream where me and Clopper were old and married, we were looking over a nice field in our little house, we had kids sitting on the porch with us. I assume they were our kids. Me and Clopper got up and started to sing a song with our kids. It went something like; Where the wind meets the water, lays a small seed. Which will grow into an elderly tree. Who will watch the sun rise and fall, everyday, until leaves fall. It was a pretty song, I might teach Clopper it. I was awoken by a camo man shouting, "Hey Demis- CLOPPER-?"