Anti-Hero

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I was contemplating if I should just jump from this roof and end it all tonight.

The world in front of me looked dead. I could care less about anyone anyways. I watched as dozens of cars pulled in, dropping off students. Some of the students ran through the gate afraid to be late, while the students from the cars took their time. It looked hideous actually. The prestigious Köcher high school was made for the rich only with a few exceptions being the scholarship kids. That however was a nightmare in itself. Behind every kid that walks through that gate, hides a fear. The fear of being the victim of the red card. I watched every day from the top of the rooftop. With my sketchbook in hand, I drew as many faces as I could that morning. With the summer breeze hitting my face, I stood calmly on the railing just drawing away lives. Hearing the bell ring, I decided to make my way back into the classroom. Passing by many students, I noticed some "poor" students getting bullied by the inferior students. Scholarship kids were unfortunate, they never belonged here and they were being reminded of that every day. This school had heard screams, cries and some shockingly disturbing laughs from people enjoying the show. I almost found it funny how easily intimidating could these spoiled brats look. Sure they had money and power, and so did I. But these kids here? They looked like a joke rather than threatening. Pretentious brats.

I made my way back into the classroom and sat at the very end. My usual seat. I pulled out my headphones and shuffled through my playlist. I decided to put my head down and started listening to music for the rest of the period. I doubt that the teachers even cared. Not even fifteen minutes into the period, everyone's phone lit up. Within seconds, students ran out of the classroom towards the abandoned stadium. I watched, unamused as the classroom emptied as soon as the deadly notification came.

Hilarious. I even laughed a little, as I too walked out of the classroom towards the stadium. The abandoned stadium at the very back of the school. The whole stadium was covered in overgrown vines and dirty water. Nature was already all over the place. Growing over what it once was. With my leather sketchbook in hand, I stood and watched from the far back. Drawing away the torture. Most of the students were already there, watching the show. The unfortunate kid had probably done something way worse than others as he kept getting beaten. The F4 is right in the front, sitting on expensive couches in the middle of an abandoned stadium casually ruining lives. One of the members stood up and punched the kid, making his nose bleed while the other two members laughed. Ren just stared, before he turned around and walked away. Leaving it all behind. I watched as he disappeared from the stadium. The kid kept yelling while students cheered with every punch, it looked inhumane. I might even look insane drawing this, maybe I was.

Soon almost everyone made their way back into the classrooms, sad that the fun was over. me too.

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I sighed as I stepped out of the classroom, God I hated maths. I mentally cursed myself for not skipping this period. I put my AirPods back on and played my playlist as I walked towards the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes as soon as I stepped in as I saw some overweight girl getting bullied by the school's most popular groups. I could've stopped them. I should've stopped them. The girl getting bullied suddenly looked at me, causing me to stop staring at them. I walked away, the laughter of the girls echoing through the cafeteria.

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I hated losing.

Feeling the adrenaline kick in as I sped up, leaving the other biker behind. I smirked as I reached the finishing line. Hearing loud cheers as I took my helmet off, letting the night breeze hit my face. I ran a hand through my hair before finally getting off the bike. The other biker reached just then.

"I thought you weren't gonna race anymore?"

"Well, I wasn't." I shrugged.
I wasn't, I know I promised her but I couldn't stay away. I just couldn't, this was the only thing that gave me peace.

"You should be careful rain, with the thing with your dad-" Lina stated, clearly worried about me.

"I know, look it's your turn to race. Aren't you leaving?" I pointed out, staring at her. She gave me a worried glance before she too left. I took off my jacket as I sat on the top of my bike, one of the guys handing me a drink. I glanced around, the place was the usual. People betting on races, girls laughing and guys showing off their bikes. Before I could even take a sip of my phone, I felt my phone vibrating.

"Rain? Are you at the race?"

"Yes, why? I sighed.

"Get out of there, use your bike!"

"again?" I ask, bored.

"Rain! Get out of there right now!" I heard him yell before I hung up. He gets too dramatic sometimes.

Tossing the drink away and putting my jacket and helmet back on. I start the engine of my bike as I hear people yelling behind me. They're here, shit. After finally getting my bike to start, I use the backway to get out of this place. The guards wouldn't dare question me anyways. Hearing the noises of engines behind me as sped up, I grinned as I overtook multiple vehicles. Hearing curses from everywhere with a shit ton of people chasing me as I laughed.

Oh, now this was an actual race.

It was impressive that they caught up to me so fast. I tried to look at the people chasing me through a mirror before I noticed a huge truck in front so I took the chance and went around it. The truck halted as I kept moving, throwing my helmet off in the middle of the road before I vanished from their vision.

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