Crab

Chapter 6- Happy

⚠️TW⚠️:

Suicide
Blood
Knives
Scars/wounds
Bullying

Luis, walking down his street, kept stumbling over sticks near his school.

"Stupid...school..." He murmured, throwing a stick at a tree. "Stupid...people," He threw another one again. "Stupid me..."

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A body was blocking the hall, stopping Luis.
"And...why were you not here yesterday?"
It was him. Luis thought of a response, "I-"
"No, save it. I already know,"

Shoot. He'd be humiliated, Luis with a crab.
But he wouldn't care, if he's called that because of a crab, well good news, it's a good crab. A smart one that will live almost forever.

"You backed away from...you know..." He said, arms folded. He stared menacingly into his heart.

Two days ago, the day before he skipped school, Luis was going to be bashed to death. And with laughter ringing in his ears before he died.

He was too close to Luis, pinning him tightly against the wall and almost bleeding his wrist to death. But they just stopped. Stopped working for some reason. They just stared at each other. Luis, being easily flustered, gently pushed him away. The fact that he didn't care surprised him. He'd be like 'Why'd you do that? Is it funny to push me? Me?'

They didn't even do anything. Luis slowly walked away, and when he reached his side, he stopped. They both looked at each other in the corner of their eye, hot with weird tension, and Luis made the move to walk away.

"I'm not- y-you know done- whatever..." He let Luis go. That sentence was stuck in Luis' head. He's never said that.

"I-I'm sorry," He said, looking down.
"You know what, stuff sorry. You're good, for now. Just...don't look at me like that again, coward. Why'd you leave school for a day?" He walked closer to him. Luis walked to his side and then away from him, going to his locker. He was right behind him, on his tail.

"I didn't want to see you-" The bell rung, but he wasn't going anywhere with this guy over him.

"Why? Feeling like a coward today?"
"Yeah, I am a coward," He admitted, biting his cheek.
"Aw, that's cute," And in a second, or less than a second, his fist was aimed towards his head. He held his shoulders down to his locker. Luis rubbed his temple, eyes closed tightly.

"Trist..." Luis groaned weakly. He had no energy to defend himself, or use any words to save him.
"Why weren't you here?"
"Why do you, w-wanna k-kn..ow...?" He whispered, almost crying.

"Because I do. I'm your enemy right? I can spread any rumour now, and it would spread like fire burning a leaf,"
"Don't...I don't w-want to..."
"What? What?!" His grip on his shoulder was tighter.
"Be...apart of gossip! It's hu-u-umili-iating and..." His hands drifted away from his face, and his teary face was already shown.
Trist saw his fear.
"And?..."
"Scary..." With those words, he cried. He put his hands over his face again. Trist slapped it away.

"Dude..." His hands crawled on his neck, and his grip was held onto it.
He lowered his head into Luis' chest. "Ok," He sighed and his head quickly rose up. Luis was holding in his tears and biting his lip.
"You're going to die today," His cold eyes were noted onto Luis' head. It was in his head forever.

Luis looked down, his lip bleeding.

"Do it now..."
"What?"
"Kill me...now!" He shouted, looking up.

They stopped again.
Luis was rapidly breathing, and the grip on his neck loosened.

"Why," It wasn't a question.
"You don't care about me just beat me up to death," Luis knew he wouldn't. Trist was a good person.