Croydon Town Centre, 24th of July, 19:04
My plan was set in motion. After I got off at Coulsdon South, I was walking down that valley and ending my life. My school at this point was tasting the flames that I had to hold within for so long. I was so relieved I finally did it.
"Croydon Flyover" The announcement said. The last stretch of my journey was almost complete.
I sighed of relief until I got a notification from Snapchat.
"S, remember this photo? Last year, 12 December" the notification read.
I did not remember that photo, so as the bus passed through the colourful corner shops near South Croydon, I opened the photo.
The photo consisted of me and Aidan relaxing together at his house. I remembered that day all of a sudden.
Fuck Aidan. That fucking bitch who was insecure in his fucking sexuality ruined my life and hid from that fact like a fucking coward. He got what was coming to him. And everybody else that abandoned me when he did what he did is currently receiving temperatures of up to 600°C.
Sucks to be them.
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