No one cares || Dnf

3. Stop

George POV

I went to school, Clays voice still in my ears. "Kill yourself". Why couldn't I just stop thinking about that?! I tried to make my life less horrible, but everything that happens to me didn't allow it. Not only that I was thinking about that all the time, I started to see the option more and more realistic. It was the 3. lesson, I had math. My head was completely not there. I don't know how to describe that feeling, my body was in class, but my mind was in space or so. I was thinking nothing.

Then in break, I expected Clay and his friends coming up to me, but I saw them nowhere. Were they waiting somewhere for me? For sure. But I wasn't up to going somewhere anyway. My feet just started walking outside the school.

I looked up to the roof. It was pretty high. I went inside again and started going up the stairs. Higher and higher. I arrived at the highest floor and my look wandered over to a ladder. I felt nothing. I climbed up the steel-ladder to a small room with a door which I opened and walked on the roof.

I walked over to the edge and looked down. I'm sure it was high enough. I stepped 2 feet back and watched the clouds on the sky slowly move. I heard a girl screaming down there in front of me what made me look. I saw students and teachers coming out the building. No one said anything or did anything. Just a few girls with fear in their eyes looked a little bit worried. 2 or 3 guys of Clay's crew were there too, smiling and laughing at the view I gave them. They all waited for me to do something. On this school no one cared about someone else. Not even the teachers.

If you do something, you're responsible yourself. I think all 2 or 3 years you even have to sign a document where you confirm that. So here I was. Responsible for...my death? Was I really going to jump? A part of me was holding me back, but...fuck it. I walked towards the edge, closer and closer.

Then I looked down and saw Clay coming out the building with a confused expression. When he looked at me, his eyes widened and he sprinted into the school again after screaming "ARE YOU CRAZY?"...What? I was confused by that reaction of him but it didn't stop me from continuing walking. One step, one step and I'd fall down there.

As I lifted up my right leg, the door behind me slammed open and Clay stumbled through it. I'd never seen him running so fast before. My glance went from him forward again when my leg kept on moving and I started tilting over the edge. Then suddenly I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me back. I fell on the floor and the last thing I saw was Clay before passing out because of hyperventilating.

Sometime I woke up. I looked around with my sleepy eyes and noticed that I didn't know this room. Then I saw someone sitting beside me with their back to me. I sat up slowly what caused the person to turn around to me. Clay. At first he looked worried but when we looked in each others eyes, he went back to expressionless. I confused watched him standing up and putting his hands in his hoodie pockets. "What did you...", I tried to say but got cut off by him, "You can't escape your problems like that. Killing yourself, that's pathetic."

"But why would you even care?", I asked carefully.
"I don't care about you. I just would've lost my toy. Handle me or do nothing, but don't run away like that. It means nothing, why would you even think that? Now go the fuck home or I'll start playing again", he threatened. I stood up hectically and tried to find the entrance of this big house. He was really rich.

Clay walked towards me and nodded into a direction while he rolled his eyes. I ran into the direction he had shown me till I saw the door and went outside. I kept running for a few seconds when I escaped the huge building until I was far enough away, then stopped and breathed heavily.

What the fuck just happened?! Did Clay rescue me from killing myself? And he did that because I 'shouldn't run away from my problems'? I was so confused. I thought I'd just forget about it and don't mind it anymore. Clay was my bully, I never saw him look at me like he did when he saw me on the roof.

I didn't know the way from Clay's house to mine but I knew the area where I was, so it wouldn't be too hard to find home.
Finally I found it, Clay didn't live that far away from me.

Since then, everything just went on normally. My life didn't change. I'd go to school like every day, Clay and his group would bully me in some breaks and after school like every day, I'd get home hurt like every day and would do things like studying, having a shower and watching TV or just lying in bed and thinking. Like every day.

But one thing changed. Clay's expression when he looked at me. He didn't look at me like he was going to kill me anymore, it was more like he felt sorry for me but still had fun on hurting me. Well, not that different and not really better, but I noticed that.

In that time a few more boys were interested in joining Clay's crew, but for some reason he didn't let them. Don't ask me, no idea. Actually really nothing changed. That conversation with Clay and that he rescued me didn't do anything to our current situation...except of that I'd maybe be dead now if he hadn't done that.

When Clay's friends asked him why he saved me, he said 'he didn't want to waste their toy', what every one of them found funny and also applicable. I was their "toy". They often said that. God, I wish I would've jumped off that god damn roof and hadn't let Clay distract me. One second, there was one second left and in that one second it was up to Clay whether I would die or not. Well, now I'm here because he, for some reason, thought he had to help me.

Actually, how he grabbed me... How his arms wrapped around me and pulled me back... His strong arms...wait! That's not what I wanted to say. Clay is not hot or anything, he hurts me and I hate him! And also I am totally not gay!

(mhm, sure boy)

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