𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙏 (Heartfelt -A KNY FANFIC!)

ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ•

Death,
what is it?

A flicker
of hope that
wakes someone
up in the morning?

An eventual end
that nobody can
escape no matter
what?

No. It's none of these; It's something, a question that nobody can answer. Not  me. Not even you.

Sometimes I wonder....

What happens after death?
What drives someone to kill themselves?

But, at the same time...

Isn't this a question we can understand? For people kill themselves because they have no more hope, because they're in dire need of a salvation that possibly doesn't exist. A dire need of hope that things will turn out good for them. A peace they yearn for.

Death, to most, is salvation, it is a hope, a dream, a want, a need, a fear, and so much more.

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Y/n L/n's POV:

I feel... I feel so exhausted. No, I've always been exhausted. It's just now, I live alone. Is it even legal?

....

Anything is legal if you aren't caught doing something illegal.

After taking a deep breath, I exhale softly. The carbon dioxide I had released visible in the cold air of my room.

My room... It's the only place I've been in for three weeks now. Despite this, I don't feel hungry. No. Not hungry, nor thirsty, not even dirty. In the past I'd feel guilty for not showering or brushing my teeth, guilt and dirty. That's why I did those things.

I probably smell like shit. I feel like shit. Shutting my eyes tightly, I turned in my bed. Blankets upon blankets layered on me. I like the warmness of my bed. The pillows and blankets on it too.

A f/c blanket specifically. It's a soft f/c blanket with a matted, white, fake fur coat underneath it. Stained from old age, torn from rough usage and forced coverage. It's more like a scarf now.

I'm so useless. Why? I came to Japan for better grades. No, because America couldn't par with me. Yet they didn't, couldn't bumped me up a few grades.

Yet, three years in here I am. Laying in my apartments bed. I've skipped three months of school now. Simply staying in my apartment, unable to leave.

Curling up some, I brought my hand to my neck. Scratching it. My neck was raw anyway. Dirt stained and raw, scratch all over it.

3:89 P.M.
(NOT A BSD REFERENCE. 4 TIME)

I began searching my closet. Despite my apartment being relatively clean, excluding dust and my bedroom.

After finding what I needed, I exited my apartment, bare footed whilst only wearing my tanktop and underwear. I began my way towards the elevator, once there, I pressed the button for the rooftop.

Once I reached my destination I hold the item from earlier and sit on the ledge, after some wrapping and tying, I made sure to secure the other end of it around the metal bar that came from the building.

Putting my head through the hole of the noose tie, I stand up and allow myself to fall forward.

SNAP !

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.... 𝙻/𝚗 𝚈/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡!!

𝙽𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝.

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Authors Note;

So, how's my writing?? I feel like it's not too shabby :p

If anyone here likes Mha and Gravity Falls u should totes check out my other book!! Why? Because it's my main focus. Duh. And I don't wanna write unless atleast one other person is reading it 😭

Also, who's your favorite KNY character?? If you can't choose, I'd love to hear your recommendations on other animes or fanfic writers! :3

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