After I had dropped my stuff off in my locker, I went to homeroom, which was across the hallway.
"Do you have an excuse for being late?" My teacher asked. She seemed really mad.
"I have a pass," I said. "The counselor stopped me to talk to me."
The teacher clicked her tongue and motioned for me to sit down, so I did so.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"Yes. Take the bathroom pass."
The bathroom pass was this obnoxiously large bookmark-like paper that read 'bathroom' on it.
I reluctantly took the pass and went to the bathroom. It was a typical high school bathroom; writings on the walls, the remaining smell of somebody who had had a vape session before school started.
I went to enter the stall but before I could everything got weirdly dark. I didn't know where I was.
I entered the stall, confused, and I saw something I would never wish anyone to see.
It was Her body.
Her body, hanging from the ceiling. Exactly how it had looked that night.
I wanted to scream, to run away, to do anything, but I couldn't. It was like I was frozen in the moment.
Then suddenly, just as quickly as She had come, She left.
I was all alone again, exactly how She left me.
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Bad things happen to good people
Teen Fiction⚠️TW: SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, PANIC ATTACKS ARE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY⚠️ This is about a teenager, dealing with depression, trust issues, and suicidal thoughts after their best friend committed suicide.
