Our Failed Suicide Pact

Found him.

Fuck.
I almost broke all my bones just now. I'm standing on top of the school building. It's not high enough so I probably wouldn't have died.
What a pity.

I'm standing outside of the classroom. Considering if I should head in or not. I don't want to, but I have no choice, like literally, no choice.
I'm taking a seat in the back, I don't want my hair to be pulled, or my back to be pinched with sharp pencils. I catch Ally's eyes, she gives her friends "the look" and then they walk towards me, god I hate my life. I hate them.
The three of them is looking down at me with a sadistic grin, to be honest, they look fucking ridiculous.
"What are you getting all freaked over?" Valerie says, her tone is so overly confident that it sounds pathetic. She talks as if she has killed my whole family and is considering whether to kill me or not. I sigh inside my head. Who am I to be calling her pathetic? I can't even stick up for myself. She pulls out gum from her mouth and she rubs it in my hair. I flinch slightly in chock but I don't do anything.
That's pathetic.
Ally tries to spit in my face, she misses and instead her saliva gets on my uniform.
-God I love your new hairstyle, Anisa says.
-Say cheese! Valerie says before snapping a picture of me, laughing hysterically.
"Be grateful, we're making you famous" she says before they all walk off.
Why me? All I do is sit quiet and pretty much frozen at my desk all day. What can people like them have against someone like me?
For the rest of the class I sit and think about how I should die.

It finally rings out and it's lunch break, I don't eat lunch. I've learned my lesson after Valerie filled half my food plate with sand then told me to eat it. And when I finally thought I could leave the cafeteria she dropped my plate and blamed me. I had to clean all the tables in the area I was sitting in.
Instead I'm sitting in the corridor where there are most teachers, it's safe, nothing can happen to me here. I'm watching youtube MSA stories, it's funny and it's my comfort watches. I wish I could be any character in there, they're living my unreachable dream. Yes, keep dreaming Delilah. Please.

I'm in the bathroom trying to get the last gum out, Valerie told me it better still be in my hair after lunch. Agh, fuck this, I need to cut it.
Wow, now will people definitely love my hairstyle.
I'm picking up my laptop, searching for anything that involves suicide or death. I think it's interesting reading cases about stuff like that.
I'm reading different articles about teens who has committed.

"13 year old Japanese boy commits suicide because of bullying"

"14 year old girl found hanging in her closet after being subjected to cyberbullying"

"16 year old wasn't taken seriously. Found dead in his bed"

I've been scrolling through various of sites, helplines who doesn't help and parents who thinks taking away their child's phone will help them become happy. And then suddenly I spot a section called Suicide Partners. Is this for real? Without blinking I'm clicking it, it's loading, oh shit what if this is a virus or something. It's not.
"Sign up" it says, sign up for this? Really?
I don't really think this is serious but I'm doing it anyway. All I gotta do is make up an user and I'm in.
I've been scrolling through this site for 20 minutes, I'd like to find someone my age, 16, not 29. And so I do.
'SirresPuff, 17, near your location, searching for a suicide partner, 15-18'
This is perfect, seriously. This is it.
I click "Suggest Me, to this user".

Next chapter tomorrow! Trigger warning: heavy topics.
I don't have any writing skills but I hope it doesn't bother you too much.