Fine

Before

(Huge trigger warning for suicide and self loathing)

"Are you ok?"

Three words. A myriad of answers that could take ages to say.

One answer was acceptable.

"I'm fine."

Hina stood, a knotted rope, beige and scratchy to the touch lay in her shaky fist. Flashes of ripped muscle on dark brown skin, a smile that only one person could achieve, white hair that was softer than it looked like the entirety of this human being, this ray of light was too. These were the pictures that flashed through Hina's mind as she weighed the consequences of her actions.

She couldn't think of much, apart from throwing the few friends she had left into a 2 hour class trial that would exhaust them all. Though maybe it wouldn't last that long.

Yasuhiro had been blamed so much that as far as they could tell, he couldn't murder someone for the world.

Byakuya promised to leave the killing game, but he did also promise to become blackened so maybe his word wasn't the most trustworthy. However, Hina retained some hope that he had changed.

Kyoko was a master at investigating. There was no way the others would think that she would kill someone in such a matter that evidence was everywhere.

Toko was impossible, and Genocider only murdered cute boys.

Makoto? Makoto was the closest person to Hina since Sakura committed suicide.

In the end of the day, however, anyone could betray anyone. She'd learned that with Sakura.

Her white haired love, her training partner forever. That's what they promised each other once the second trial was over. She remembered Sakura's hand, bigger than the average female's and more scarred as well. Sakura's entire body was covered in scars. She spotted 3 distinct ones going down Sakura's back when Sakura was working on her arm muscles in her sports bra.

Even more she remembered what happened afterwards, mouths interlocked, brown on top of white hair, a realization that their feelings toward each other were more than friendly.

Hina didn't resent Sakura. She couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult her history would have been to explain, especially since they had known each other for only a few days. Hina felt tears falling generously down her face, that showed no emotion worthy of what she was feeling. Nothing could. Nothing in her life could work anymore. A flower always wilts no matter how pretty. Hope eventually transitions to despair.

"Snap out of it Asahina." She told herself. If this went on she would be talking about the fun of despair. The decision was clear. She had nothing to live for, swimming simply wasn't the same when you are constantly haunted by murder. None of the students needed her. She was a mopey mess with a mask of happiness, an impulsive ape who had nearly killed everyone due to Monokuma's trap.

Monokuma! That was it! Sakura had seriously annoyed him by refusing to cooperate with the killing game. With Alter Ego gone, who could he execute? He always was enthusiastic about his inhumane "punishment time." Well he would have no-one to punish. It was a form of apology as well. That's why it couldn't be arrogant Byakuya or serial killer Fukawa. Outside of the door, she heard stomps of pointy shoes. Must be Kyoko.

Aoi Asahina smiled to herself and hung the noose to the ceiling. She stepped back, took out the storage room ladder, climbed it step by step, and slipped the rope necklace around her neck.