Forever High School (A tdi fanfic)

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Noah

TW: mentions of sh, and suicide attempts

Where am I?

Oh, my room.

But it's not my room.

The picture of me, Courtney, Mom, and Dad from when we went to Wasaga Beach, is still on my wall.

Pinned right on Mom's face.

Courtney and I have our arms wrapped around each other's shoulders.

Dad has his arm around Mom's waist.

And we're all smiling.

Like some perfect family.

But how is that picture still there?

I threw it out when I turned 15.

Also, this can't be my room.

My Radiohead posters are still up.

Mom threw those out last year.

So if this isn't my room, whose room is it?

And why am I in it?

I looked at the mirror. There was a young boy standing in front of it.

His face was tear streaked and his eyes were all puffy and red.

I looked down at his arms which were cut everywhere and still dripping blood.

He was staring at the mirror with pure venom and hatred in his eyes, like he despised what he was looking at.

Then it clicked.

This is my room.

That boy is me.

I'm 14 years old again.

And that was the night I jumped out my bedroom window.

I felt stiff.

I wanted to move, to help him.

But I couldn't. It was like I was glued to the ground.

But how did I get here?

Snapping me out of my thoughts, 14 year old me, crashed to the floor. He started sobbing into his hands as blood continued to pour from his arms.

I tried reaching out for him, but I was stuck.

I found myself trapped, staring at my own reflection.

My sleep deprived eyes staring at my arms which were smeared with blood.

How did that happen?

Oh yeah, I did that.

"You're such a failure," 14 year old me had said to the mirror.