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Warning! This story contains triggering themes such as, bullying and Su1c1dal thoughts and mentions. Strong language is also used.

"You're such a jerk!"

"How  could you be so cruel?!"

"No one will ever love you!"

Oh yeah. Thats why he was crying again. He layed there. just staring at nothing in particular, but thinking. Overthinking, perhaps, but he couldnt really tell. He couldn't tell if the voices were real or in his head anymore. They rung loudly in his ears, so badly. It started to hurt.

"No one will ever love you..

No one will ever love me."

First Shuichi, He was a jerk then. Then came Tsumugi, he was cruel when she was there.

Then everyone. Their hateful gazes still felt like they surrounded him. But what stuck with him the most was her gaze. She had stared at him, like she was disgusted with him. But when they all said those words, she looked at him sympathetically. 

Did she feel bad for him?

No.... 

that was probably his head, too.

Besides, who would ever love him? He was a cruel Jerk, who deserved nothing more but to rot in the darkest depths of He11. Right?

"Pfft. How foolish of me."

Yes. How foolish. How very, very foolish of him to expect someone to love him. If he cant please them, if he cant please her... who else was there to please? Mom and Dad died early on, and he has no friends. Perhaphs D.I.C.E...  No.. he would only bring them more trouble.

'If I can't please them alive.. I gusse i can please them by being Dead."

The boy sat up, staring at himself from a mirror in the corner of his dorm. 

Messy hair, puffy and red eyes.. it wouldnt matter. They're disgusted with him anyways. What difference does this make?  It wouldn't matter... it wouldn't matter very soon.

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'Nyehh, this class is so boring..' I yawned, finding no intrest in my teachers explantions of human physcology. Bullying, trauma.. basic things that lead to disorders. She didn't wanna listen. It made her sad.. especially what happened to Ouma yesterday.  Those hateful words.. she could only imagine what it must've felt like to hear those words about you. 

'Nyeh... I hopes hes okay..'

I frowned as i looked at him. he was sitting in front of me. He was doodling in his book, he looked more bored then anything. I couldn't help but examine him.. Long lashes, long, seemingly soft hair.. I wonder why i haven't notice these details before. He had pale skin, but pinkish lips that looked as soft as a cloud. His eyes showed boredom, but the light made it seem like they were crystals in a cave. She had to admit.. he looked pretty adorable-

'Huh?! Why am I thinking these things?! I need to stop this! its already been a week...'

I sighed, deciding to post my eyes on his book, which orginally was meant for class, but now became a sketchbook. 

He had drawn himself in the middle of the page. It was a pretty good drawing, with accurate details. From the length of his hair, down to every crease on his shirt, it was detailed. He drew the character like it was hanging.. but why?

Why would he draw himself like that-

"Wh-Wha-.."

"Ms.Yumeno, are you Okay?"

everybody turned and stared at me. Including Kokichi. 

All I could do is stare at him, horrified.

he was halfway through drawing himself h@nging from a rope.

"Himiko, are you okay-?"

"Ko-Kokichi!!" I wailed, scaring my classmates, tears streaming from my eyes.

His face darkened, and he immediatly shut his notebook. he stared at me, for the first time that I've seen, truly horrified. 

"Wha..t.." He spoke carefully, his voice shaky.

"Himiko! What happened why are you crying?! did that Degenerate do something to you?!" I made out Tenko's voice, but all i could focas on was Kokichi.

"Kokichi...! Wh-Why?!" I shouted, fumbling to stand up from my desk. "Why did you... please dont tell me you actually planned on..!"

"Planned on what?" Maki's voice was deep, but I could feel her cold gaze on us.

"What happened?! Is Ouma ok?!" Kaede ran over to me, putting her hands on my shoulder, but i pushed her off. 

Ouma stood up, clutching his notebook in his hands tightly.

"Mr.Ouma, What did you do to cause Ms.Yumenos outburst?" The teachers voice was cold and shaky, almost as if the teacher even knew what i had seen.

"I-" His voice cracked and he fumbled back. "I...-"

I ran up to the boy, making him almost fall over, sobbing into his shirt. "Why'd You draw yourself like that?! Tell me, please! Please, tell me you wern't gonna do that to yourself!"

As I spoke, the room fell deathly silent and Ouma didn't even try to get away. he just stood there.  crying.

"I-I-I--... You wern't.. supposed to.. know yet.."

He spoke. His words hit like bullets, and I felt the need to puke.

"WHAT THE H.LL?!" 

"Wait.. you're actually considiring.."

The voices of our classmates hit like stone brick.

"Ouma. Come with me." The teacher spoke, as he dragged the boy away.  Kokichi was speechless, like us all. He could only stare at me as his eyes flodded with tears. He left the room, and I fell to my knees. I felt more sick then ever. 

"Kokichi...."

A/N: So.. sad angst chapter? Not sure if this is a vent or not- I just felt the need to make it. Making me sad rn, ngl. School has been going hard, since half of my classmates suck. Also had soccer tryouts today and tmmr. So, that's all I have today, good day/night!

-lofi