Sad Imagines

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You're standing at the hallway, watching some kids bully another student. The student was Olive, and she was one of the least popular kids and most unliked students. Olive was bullied because she was chubby.

You, being one of the most popular kids, stood back and watched. You didn't know what to do. You decided you can't defend Olive, since that would definitely lower your popularity. But Olive was actually one of the nicest kids you've ever met. She helped you with your algebra homework. She was your lab partner, and practically did all the work.

You were actually her friend. You were one of her very few friends.

You watched as a couple of your friends make fun of Olive. You could tell Olive was trying to ignore them. You wanted to help her. To defend her. But you felt as if you can't.

"Fat ass," snickered one of your friends, loud enough so Olive can hear. Olive winced.

"She's so fucking fat. No wonder she's a loner," said your friend. Olive looked as if she was about to burst into tears.

"Get your fat ass away from us, you cunt," squealed your friends. "We might catch some of your ugliness!"

You stared horrified as Olive looks at you. Her eyes were pleading for you to help her. But you didn't move a muscle.

One of your friends kicked Olive in the gut and you friends went away, laughing. You flinched at the sight. You weren't a bad person, but you went away with your friends, leaving Olive by herself.

The next day, you found out that Olive had killed herself. She hung herself from her bedroom ceiling.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You knew why she killed herself. It was all your fucking fault. If you defended her, there would've been a chance those girls would leave her alone. If you defended her, Olive might have felt better because you stood up for her. But now it's too late. You can't change the past.