x demon/grim reaper au
x "I won't let you take my hand."
"Isn't that your job though? You're the grim reaper after all"
x WARNING! Slight mentions of suicide and death
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Yun Hara walked solemnly down the hallway of her school. It felt dull and uncomfortable as she passed the many students who had bullied her in the past, hoping they wouldn't pay any attention to her.
She hated school, which was unfortunate to her because she loved to learn, it was the people she hated and the unjust schooling system towards bullying.
Sliding into her seat, she was the first one in the class- the benefits of not having any friends meant she was the academically smart out of her class- everyone despised her.
She sat at the back of the class in the corner and when the bell rang and people started to fill the classroom, she hoped they wouldn't see her.
Her head was down as she scribbled little flowers onto her page, waiting for the class to commence.
The chatter of her peers pierced her head, the sheer volume of it started a light pulse behind her temples and so desperately wanted to escape.
Off to a world where everything was good and just and people were friendly and caring and they would hand out kittens for you to play with when you were sad and there was cake and ice cream and macaroons for you to eat at anytime and no one judged you and you were accepted... That place only existed in her dreams.
The chatter of the classroom dulled down once the teacher entered and he started the class.
It was going well, Hara jotted down notes and listened carefully, trying not to zone out as she usually would- which failed miserably.
Her eyes drifted to outside the window, where she wasn't looking at anything in specific, but dissociated while staring at a lamp post and got lost in thought.
"Hara!" The voice of her teacher brought her back to reality and her head whipped to look at the teacher.
"Yes?" "I said, can you please tell me the answer to the question," he said sternly, watching her with slight annoyance on his features and the girl jumped slightly in realisation.
She moved her arm to look at the page and in the process knocked down her pencil case. The loud clatter of her stationary hitting the floor made her peers sneer at her.
"Nice work klutz." "God she's so weird." "Surely it's not that hard to be normal."
"Sorry," she muttered, trying not to listen to her classmates words as she bent down to pick up her stationary quickly, hitting her head on the edge of her desk in the process.
Her free hand flung to the back of her head as she winced in pain and the whole class laughed at her.
She sat up slowly and looked at the teacher who was unimpressed, "sorry," she said sorrowfully.
"It's okay, how about you answer the question instead Miyeon."
Hara rubbed the back of her head where it began to pulse in pain, inhaling sharply at the ache.
"You're such a fucking loser," the voice of the person next to her made her peer up to him. He shook his head in disbelief and pity and Hara felt her stomach begin to churn.
Her breathing started to fasten in embarrassment as the urge to cry began to wash over her. Her eyes began to sting and her jaw clenched together in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. She knew they'd only make fun of her more.
Good job Hara. You're such a fucking embarrassment. Cant you just be normal for once.
The painful throb of her head and the fact she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole made her hand shoot up.
"May I go to the bathroom?" She asked quickly, not giving her voice the chance to break or waver as she fought back the tears.
"You're excused," the teacher waved her off and she left the room immediately.
She locked the cubicle, closed the toilet lid and sat down on top of it.
Her knees drawn to her chest as one hand hugged them close and the other cradled her head.
Why cant I just be normal
She sniffled, not wanting to cry because she knew if she went back with red puffy eyes they'd make fun of her more.
Resting her chin on the top of her knees, her eyes drifted around the graffiti on the walls.
She was in the last cubicle, the one no one really went into because the light above it was broken. So people went there to express their creative freedom through drawings of dicks, to slut shaming people to confessions of love interest.
It was her favourite cubicle to cry in. She knew every single piece of graffiti off by heart by the amount of times she had been in here.
Her head tilted as she noticed writing written in red.
Want to choose how you die? Head to www.ichoosedeath.com
Hara rubbed the back of her hand over her runny nose and her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered who wrote it as it was not there yesterday.
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