kevin x streber x reader 👍

Ch 8: After School

major tw for abvs!ve/neglective parents, misgendering, s/h, attempting, vomit (🔫)

y/n pov:

i woke up with a start. i realized i had nodded off and fell asleep. i grabbed my bag and left the bathroom to see the school deserted and the doors closed. i checked my phone and saw it was 5 pm, two hours after school finished. i started panicking a bit, knowing that with the doors closed i wouldn't be able to get out. i pulled my phone out and texted streber and kevin.

[your user] help i'm stuck in the school the doors are closed and i can't get out

i waited for the message to send, just to be greeted with a big red notification:

[message to batz ! and kevin_kandy failed to send]

i groaned, knowing i wouldn't be able to contact them without the message failing. i sat in the bathroom for about half an hour, then i remembered some teachers stayed a bit after school to grade papers and stuff, so i decided to take a walk around to see if any teachers were still here, though i doubted it since they all probably wanted to get home as soon as they could. i noticed a light still on in a science classroom, and saw mr. joseph (i can't make up last names💀) on his computer. i knocked on the door, and he looked up to see my tired ass staring into his room. he got up and opened the door.

"what are you doing at school so late?" he questioned. i couldn't decide if i should lie or not, so i just told the half truth.

"i was skipping class and fell asleep in the bathroom and woke up a bit ago." i fiddled with my hands nervously as i waited for his reaction.

"well, thank you for telling the truth and not some stupid thing like you got locked in your locker. i can let you out of the building after i finish grading these papers. go take a seat, there's not much i can do now." he let me into the classroom and i plopped down into the corner.

"can i do some of my homework? i missed a couple of classes." he nodded in response so i pulled out my computer. luckily it was still connected to the internet. i worked on my history homework for about an hour, when mr. j finally stood up and motioned for me to follow him.

we walked out of the school, and he started walking to his car. he then turned around towards me. "can you walk to your house? or do you need me to give you a ride home." i shook my head, i'd rather walk the hour-long walk home than ride in a random teacher's car. he nodded, driving off. i really didn't want to go home, but i probably couldn't go to streber's at 7 pm since he was probably asleep, and i didn't want to freak out his parents by a random kid they didn't know knocking on the door so late, and i didn't know where kevin lived. i sighed and started walking home.

[tw for abvs!ve/neglective households and misgendering start here]

as soon as i knocked on my door, i was immediately pulled into the house by the neck of my shirt collar, being half-dragged down the entrance hallway. "and where have you been, miss?" my dad asked me, practically throwing me into the kitchen. i caught myself on the table before hitting my head on it.

"i'm not a girl." i mumbled, straightening up. i knew not to fight when my dad was like this, but i hated being called a girl so much i had to talk back. i knew it was a mistake when i was grabbed by my shirt again.

"was that talking back to me?" my dad asked, and i could see the rage in his eyes. he let go of my shirt but grabbed my arm, dragging me to the living room where my mom and little brother were. i didn't even bother asking my mom for help, knowing she'd be useless. i learned that the first time he got like this, when i came out as trans and gay. "do you have any idea how annoying it is to get a call from your school with them saying that you caused a fight and got expelled, but then when we get there to pick you up and you not being there? where were you? off lallygagging with your imaginary friends?" i pulled my arm away from him, scared he'd uncover my arms.

"i don't have imaginary friends. if you bothered to ask me what's going on in my school life instead of just neglecting me, maybe you'd know that i have real friends. not imaginary ones." i stood my ground, doing my best not to get dragged around again.

[s/h, vomit, and major attempting tw start here]

"yeah right, since when? you've always been an autistic freak, nobody would want to be friends with you. just go to your room already, or i'll do more than just drag you around." my dad had an insane look in his eye, so i decided not to push him more. i didn't want to get hit two days in a row. i stormed up to my room, slamming the door. i jumped on my bed, crying. i looked around my room for something, anything, i could take my anger and sadness out on. my eyes fell onto my plastic pencil sharpeners. i could easily break them, my dad would think of the stomping on them as just me throwing a 'fit' as he calls them. i walk over to the sharpeners and test the blades on all of them. i found the one with the sharpest blade, and picked it up. i threw it onto the ground, stomping on it to break it. the little plastic sharpener broke quickly, but the metal blade stayed intact. i grabbed some baggy clothes and headed into the bathroom.

i turned on the shower to the hottest temperature. i grabbed the small blade and stepped into the shower. i started slashing my arms, up and down. (i'm not gonna get too descriptive on the s/h). after cutting my arms and they stopped bleeding, i turned the shower off and got into my new clothes, making sure to put streber's into a plastic bag. i fell onto my bed, crying. why had i stayed after school? i knew it would just make it worse. i was so fucking stupid. 'stupid, stupid, stupid!' i thought repeatedly, punching my stomach with each 'stupid'. i would never be a boy, i'd always be a girl. i might as well just start using she/her again at this point. after crying for a while, i pulled out my phone to check the time. 2 am. i'd been crying and cutting for three hours. i looked around my room again, trying to find something to comfort me. i knew subconsciously in this state my comfort creators wouldn't work, so i didn't even try.

as i looked around i found a small pill bottle. my depression meds. i never took them, they didn't work anyways. i just had tic tacs every morning instead. i picked up the bottle. i had to take two a day, any more could be dangerous. i took them back to my bed, and opened my phone. it would only be fair to let my friends on discord know i'd be gone soon, and let streber and kevin know as well. i opened my messenger app, texting streber and kevin.

[your user] streber, you're possibly the funniest person i've ever met. you have such a kind heart, and i don't regret meeting you, even though it was just a few days ago. i've loved you since the moment i set eyes on your beautiful, happy face. i'm leaving you my plushies, half of my sketchbooks, and half my clothes.
kevin, you were difficult to understand for a few minutes, but i warmed up to your kind and caring heart immediately. you're one of the most handsome guys i've ever met, along with streber. you seem out of place with your brighter clothes but you fit with us perfectly. i'm leaving you my art supplies, my hair combs (you need it with that head full of fluff), and the other half of my clothes and sketchbooks.
i love you both, i have since i met both of you. i'll miss you both, knowing i never had the courage to confess to you. i love you, but please don't miss me. just continue your lives without me and never remember me again. i love you, and i hope you get the things i'm leaving to you before my parents give them away <3

i clicked send, and i opened discord.

[your disc user] goodbye, hopefully for good. live long lives without me.

i ignored all of the people trying to talk me down, and jotted down a note to my parents.

mom, dad, if you're seeing this i'm most likely dead. i od'ed on my meds. i want to give you both one passing message. i HATE you. i hate you for being abvs!ve, neglective, not caring about my issues and personal life. maybe my brother can live up to your expectations and not be a disappointing f4gg0t with autism. i hate you both with a passion, and i won't even bother saying goodbye. i'm giving my stuff to my real friends, you're getting none of it.

i clicked open the pills and sighed, taking out six. it should be enough. i put all of them in my mouth, choking on them slightly before i swallowed. i turned over the side of the bed and vomited them out before they were halfway down my throat. i passed out from vomiting after having hardly anything to eat all day.

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