𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝚘𝚛 𝙋𝙖𝙮 [COMPLETED]

Eight

Trigger Warning! This chapter contains graphic depictions of suicide please read with caution

Special chapter!! This takes place before the suicide.

Emily's POV: 

I wasn't really going to the bathroom. I'd just told the team that so they wouldn't be worried. I felt terrible, don't get me wrong. I had to get out of here and I had to do the only thing that I thought would be the best.

Kill myself.

After overhearing Juno and Azmina talking in the bathrooms after Waterfalls Academy was executed, I had the idea. And I couldn't tell anyone because I knew that they would try to stop me. 

"Excuse me," I say quietly. "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back."

And I darted out of the room, walking through the corridor. My hair kept flowing in my face but I didn't really care. Just another way of hiding I guess. 

I passed a boy from another school in the hallway. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He looked nice. His eyes met mine briefly and we continue walking until I heard his footsteps come to a stop.

"Hey," he said, his voice light. "Aren't the girls bathrooms back there?"

My face burned. "Uh.. yeah they are," I stutter. "I've just left my bag out in the stadium, I need to get it."

He cocks his head, his eyes suddenly filled with suspicion. Then he shrugs and my heart releases. "Oh right, that makes sense. Well, see you around I guess!" 

I wave and give him a small smile. He stands there looking at me. I didn't know what to do. Then he runs at me and gives me a hug. I was so shocked that it takes me a minute to figure out what was happening.

"You seem really nice," he says. "I just, wanted to tell you that because if I die, I need to be the nicest person I can be for the remaining days I have left."

He was the first to let go of me and I stand there, my eyes filling with tears, knowing that I would not be able to see him again after this. 

"What's your name?" I manage to say, my throat closing over with tears. 

"Mine?" He says, scratching his head. "I'm Charlie."

"I'm Emily," I say. 

Charlie gives a small, short laugh. "I'd better get back Emily," he says. "See you!"

"Bye Charlie."

The tears start to fall and regret begins to creep into my mind.

Is this a bad idea? Maybe I could stab myself and not die. I could stab myself in the chest but not on the side my heart is. Maybe I can just try it out. I either die or I don't. Yeah, that's a good idea.

I walk into the stadium and see a sign saying Kitchen with an arrow pointing to the left. I follow it and eventually see the kitchen door. 

I clutch the handle and am surprised to see that it's unlocked. The lights are off and nobody appears to be inside.

I grab the closest knife I can find. It's short but wickedly sharp and I knew that it would work. I close the door quietly and run to the bathroom.

I knew that I had to do it. I just knew I had to. It would be for the best.

I stabbed myself in the chest, blood immediately flying from the wound. I wanted to scream because it hurt so much but I couldn't draw attention to myself.

I take the knife out of my chest and sink to my knees, tears of agony and sadness flowing from my eyes. Blood continued to gush from the open cut I had on the right side of my chest. I didn't know if I'd hit anything but I'd probably die from blood loss at this point.

I stab myself in the same spot again, this time crying out. 

Goddammit! It hurts so bad! Why am I doing this?!

I crawl over to the shower cubicle, blood dripping on the floor and making puddles. Tears mixed with blood and my vision turned red. My head throbbed and I felt sick.

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and collapsed into the wall, my eyes sliding shut just as the people came in. 

The last thing I heard was a scream of terror.