So High School

"i think about jumping off of very tall somethings" -is it over now

again, song has nothing to do with it, but yk whatever

GEUSS WHAT?
TW!

Midnights POV

"Either tell us, or I'm going to make you." I set my arms down on the table a little bit more aggressively than I normally would. The table creaks at the impact and a couple tables look at us.

Lover is stuttering. She looks like she's fighting a war with herself inside her head. "I'm sorry. I promised Rep I wouldn't tell."

"So something is wrong with her? There's something to tell, obviously." Nine has a concerned look on her face. "Look, she's our best friend, and we want the best for her. If there's something going on, we want to know." 

It was kind of a good cop/bad cop situation. I was the bad cop, obviously. 

Lover just shook her head. "I can't, I'm sorry."

I had promised Rep not to be mean to Lover anymore, but there was definitely something going on. I stood up, grabbing Lover by the neck of her shirt and pulled her up too.

"Your either going to tell me, or I'm going to shove you against this wall behind us until you talk." Rep normally was the one that was physical with people, but she taught me what she knew, so I was pretty good at getting information out of people.

She starts opening her mouth, as if deciding whether to speak or not. After about twenty seconds of her not saying anything, I turned us around and pushed her against the wall. I pushed my body up against her, not letting her move.

"Fine!" She screeches, the fear prominent in her voice. I loosen up on her and step back. "But if she gets mad at me for it, I'm telling you I got threatened."

She looks down and fiddles with her bracelet before talking. "She's been going through a rough time, mentally I mean. Well physically too I guess. Well her dads abusive to start, that's why she winced when you hugged her nine." I could see the color leaving Nine's face. Is that why she always wanted to hang out at my house? "Her dad hurt her ribs, there's really dark bruises."

Lover pauses for a minute before continuing. "She's also been like, cutting herself. The makeup compact she always carries with her has broken glass inside that she uses. She told me she stopped, but when she took off her hoodie today there were fresh scars. Like from this morning fresh." Both me and Nine stay quiet, listening to her explain. "She tried to commit about two- maybe three weeks ago. I came in for our tutoring session and she was laying on the bathroom floor with like three empty pill bottles near her. After that is when she told me everything."

I felt sick to my stomach. She was really going through that much, and didn't say anything? Me, Nine, and Rep all had a pact that we would talk to each other when we were struggling. We promised we would tell each other so they could help. You know, since we all have some serious problems.

"That bitch! I'm not even sorry to be honest. If she's not going to be honest and talk to people, than how are we supposed to help? After I told her about all my problems, she promised she would tell me if she needed help. Promised. And she just breaks it like its nothing!" 1989's face was red, and I'm not sure if it was that she was about to cry, or if she was just really mad.

I stood up. "I'll go check on her."

I call out her name, trying to find where she went. I make my way to the bathroom in the back left of the school. Nobody ever used it, and teachers never came there. We used to always go there to vape. But I'm guessing she probably went there to be alone.

Opening the door, it seems empty. I walk further in, trying to see if she's there. In the sink, I see red, along with a shard of a mirror in the puddle of blood. 

I walk further in when I see her black boots in the fourth stall. I stop in front of it, hoping she would see my shoes and let me in. When she doesn't say anything, I knock.

"Rep, can I come in? I promise I'm not mad at you." I hear her sniffle once, but she doesn't answer. I just kick the lock, making it fall open.

I see her, in the corner of the stall, bloody, tears falling down her eyes. Her arms are stained and dripping in a thick red layer of blood. The scars go further than I saw earlier, going all through her stomach and up her shoulders to her neck. It makes me nauseous to even see.

"What do you fucking want?" Rep says, rolling her eyes.

"Honestly?" I look at her and make eye contact. "To make sure your not in here killing yourself."

She just scoffs. "Unfortunately I don't currently have supplies for that. Was planning on doing that later today. I was just gonna stay here the rest of the day."

I don't even know what to say to her. I've never been one to deal with emotions. If you haven't realized, any time I feel anything, I just use drugs to make them go away.

The bathroom floor is gross, and has blood on it, but I sit next to Rep anyway and wipe away her eyes. "Look, it's totally fine to be going through stuff, but if you don't get help, you'll never move past it."

"Why do I need to move past it? I'm not even going to make it to graduation." She almost sounds dismissive. "If your not going to leave, at least shut your mouth."

I just bite my lip and wrap my arm around Rep. She just sits there without moving a muscle for a couple seconds before she just starts sobbing, putting her head into my shoulder.

She doesn't day anything, and I don't either. I just let her cry in my arms. 

After she slows down her tears, I hear a small 'thank you' escape her lips.

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WELP 

good to know rep is still very much depressed

what should happen next? like seriously, i need ideas. Either comment them or message me on TikTok for ideas, because if i don't get any, I'm not going to be able to write what's next.

next week I have Monday and Tuesday off of school, so expect some extra content those days

not proof read, so it might have some grammar errors but whatever