Now Wasn't That Fun?

•Chapter 4• [Trigger Warning.]

-OVER THE P.A-

"Goodafternoon, Rolevale..You all currently have thirty minutes of your lunch hour, Hope you'll aren't eating the "lesser" lunch..That's just for the poor, the less intuitive persons.
Is it not nice having your own personal meal? Made by the best chefs we could find and if you're eating your own lunch..Oh how I hope it isn't something less..Not us."

-P.A CLOSES-

Laughter starts bouncing off of the walls, echoing over and over like they don't know what happens to quote on quote.."Bad" students, nothing so hurting or gruesome it's just different I suppose, nothing of what I'm not used to- not like I wouldn't be care of anything the sort..

- I close my book standing up, walking along school grounds.

Well, let's see..

I grew up rich, everything I wanted I got, toys, food, money, clothes, friends..I got everything and it was so fulfilling, everyday after school, my friends and I? We would run through the flower fields, so many flowers, so many joy..My favorites were the blue orchids and the bluebells, I loved them so much and I would give anything just to lay in a field with them. To lay in a field, the grass through my fingers, the flowers around me!...

- I sigh..slowly walking to a fence covering a field, closing my eyes and picturing it.

Picturing..Me, walking through the field with and honest smile, I'd be free..It would make me complete to the point of satisfaction..

The older I got the more I realized.
Father and Mother grew apart..the fights- the amount of pain I went through as if such just a little child. I couldn't cry from young, I let myself go and it ended with a bloody knife in hand..Father- He killed her right in front of me..Father- Why?..What did I do, I always thought to myself, it's not like it's my fault...right? I was just a child, I didn't know any better but you do this? To what? Hurt me?..
Now he's walking in on me looking down at him about to push the chair to a side.."Hey Um.. Hey..You?-".. Those words were his final words before getting shot, stumbling and falling, marks around my neck I made it to the hospital..Father survived but he became obsessive..over and over I just snapped..Why?..-

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE, YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS I WISH MOM WAS HERE, FUCKING LAUGHING AT YOUR CHEATING ASS, FUCK YOU I HOPE YOU FUCKING DI-"

- A sharp object then filled my nerves..Straight through my thigh, falling to the ground losing consciousness..

My brain in that darkness was nothing but a void, thoughts repeating over and over..Did I just..die? It's so quiet..I hope I'm dead, life would just be over, completely finished and everything would be okay, no one would care about me..Hell! They never fucking did- I trapped myself in my own mind, it's all a blurry mess but for the most part, I was put into a coma from blood loss, stab wonds over my neck, repeatedly in and out of my stomach..

- "How did I not die..?"

Months after the incident I woke up, everything was so still and quiet, I honestly enjoyed it, slowly sitting up as I looked out of the window it was fall..so beautiful, stood up with my feet being off balance walking towards the window..Why did I not die? Why am I still here..

Seconds later, My body dropped.

- 23:35