Rixy POV
One Year Earlier:
I've done it now, my social life is over. Why did I need to make that a threat? Why? Why couldn't I just decide to rid everyone of their burdensome soul of a friend.
Present day:
Me and Kixi haven't talked at all since that day. We haven't even gotten a chance to. Everyday I hope that I get a chance to talk to him, but does it work? NoOoOo, I'm too scared, I'm too nervous, I'm too burdensome.
Is there no way to rid myself of this curse. Talking to others is an impossibility. They'd all start to hate me. Every single one of 'em. My dreams have started to be corrupted by reality, everyone having fun, without me. The dreams are by no means wrong, but my life is too locked down for me to be able to truly communicate with other youths.
Every single day I walk past the people I hold dear, they're all either ignoring me, or my presence goes unnoticed. It's impossible for me to be accepted in this world of harsh reality. I don't think I'll ever see the friends of mine in a casual chat with me ever again.
Six months later:
I can't deal with the hate now. This feeling pains me inside, I've tried cutting, drugs, alcohol, & all the like. I need release now. Suicide seems like a nice option. Then nobody will need to deal with my asshole personality. The only issue is, somebody will have to deal with my body whether they like it or not. I'll let that slide for now.
Rope, Medication, Strong Roof, this is perfect. Now, my final deed before I bid this horrrid world goodbye:
"Oh asshole, it's you. So what in the fuck are you calling me for?!"
"Kixi, I'm sorry, truly, for everything"
"Oh yeah? Well then show me."
"Ok, if you truly hate me that much, then that confirms my final condition before dying. Thank you Kixi, you were a good friend while it lasted"
"WAIT, WHAT'RE YOU DOING? STAY RIGHT THERE, I'M ON MY WAY T-"
"On your way to where? I've essentially taken control of an abandoned building. Goodbye, Kixi."
"NOOOOOOOOO-"
Crack
And thus, the self-inflicted death of a human was carried out.
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The Friendly Death (One-Shot)
Short StoryI've decided to make this out of pure guilt mixed with a sprinkle of boredom. Here ya go!
