Tw: self h@rm, e@ting d!sorder, m0mmy i$$ues, d@ddy i$$ues, abu$e
Y/N pov
I wake up to the sun hitting my eyes like a whip. I mutter to myself softly, "why didn't I die in my sleep... shit..."
I groaned and got up to get ready, another gruesome day of my life.As I was getting ready, I heard screaming. I sigh and think to myself, 'they're fighting again...?' I quickly got dressed, hoping to avoid them. My parents. If you could even call them that.
Once I was ready I gathered everything I needed for school and stuck a fresh razor into my bag. I grabbed a bag of chips on my way out, running out as fast as I could to avoid the heated argument filling up the house.
I walked to school, watching the cherry blossoms gracefully land on the ground and dance with each other. They all seem so peaceful, so full of life. I envy that feeling, I've always wanted it.
Once I arrive at school I go to my class and sit in my usual spot. This time of day has always been the reason I stay alive. Im hoping it stays that way.
My best friend always sits next to me, atleast that's what I thought. He sat next to someone else today. I frown as I watch them together, they have the same feeling... peace.. full of life. Full of life. Why could I never be like that?
After class I waited for him, hoping that maybe it was just a one time thing and that he wasn't ditching me.
After all, we've been friends for 7 years. There's no way he's going to leave me... right?
Atleast that's what I thought.
best friend's pov
I felt horrible for doing this to y/n, but I couldn't handle lying anymore. I used to love being his/her/their best friend but now it feels as if it's a challenge.
It was always so boring being with y/n. I knew they/she/he would be upset, but I couldn't keep living a lie. I couldn't keep pretending.
When they/she/he walked up to me and asked, "why didn't you sit with me today?" I knew it was time.
I responded back "y/n you're a great person... and you used to be great friend. but.. I can't handle it anymore. you have too many problems that I can't help you with. I have a lot of my own. I feel it's better if we don't be friends.."
I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see his/hers/their reaction.
All I heard was a gentle sniffle and someone running. I looked up again, seeing that y/n had dissappeared. I walked with my other friend to our next class. Well, now I could say my only friend.*note: for this part I will split it into a female and male/nonbinary due to the content included*
Y/N pov (she/her they/them)
I ran into the bathroom as waterfalls of tears came pouring down my face. I didn't care how ugly or attention seeking I looked at this moment. The reason im alive has left me.
The words kept repeating in my head, 'you have too many problems..... I feel it's better if we don't be friends.' Those words pierced my heart like a sword. I knew it was time.
I took out my fresh blade before hearing the bathroom door open harshly and banging at my stall.
Someone from the other side muttered "please... can we talk..."
I assumed it was my best friend.. well I guess not my friend anymore.. but his voice was different. More.. gentle.. and welcoming.. more sweet and smooth. I felt compelled to open the door but at the same time not. If whoever this is sees the blade, I might be in trouble. Besides.. he's in the ladies restroom... he must be a creep.
??? Pov
When I saw them/her crying, I couldn't hold myself back. I needed to help them/her. Something was wrong. Even though they/she went into the restroom, I needed to make sure they/she was okay.
"Please... y/n...? That's your name right..? That's what that guy said..? I promise im not going to hurt you. You seem troubled, I would like to help if that's okay," I said desperately.
I got excited as they/she started to open the door.
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Y/N pov (he/him they/them)I ran into the bathroom as waterfalls of tears came pouring down my face. I didn't care how ugly or attention seeking I looked at this moment. The reason im alive has left me.
The words kept repeating in my head, 'you have too many problems..... I feel it's better if we don't be friends.' Those words pierced my heart like a sword. I knew it was time.
I took out my fresh blade before hearing the bathroom door open harshly and banging at my stall.
Someone from the other side muttered "please... can we talk..."
I assumed it was my best friend.. well I guess not my friend anymore.. but his voice was different. More.. gentle.. and welcoming.. more sweet and smooth. I felt compelled to open the door but at the same time not. If whoever this is sees the blade, I might be in trouble. Besides... why is he trying to get into my stall? Is he a creep or something?
??? Pov
When I saw them/him crying, I couldn't hold myself back. I needed to help them/him. Something was wrong. Something attracted me to them/him, I needed to figure out what it was.
"Please... y/n...? That's your name right..? That's what that guy said..? I promise im not going to hurt you. You seem troubled, I would like to help if that's okay," I said desperately.
I got excited as they/he started to open the door.
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