"Hey, whore!" a raspy female voice, owned by a curly blonde sporting a red jacket, called out right behind her after she put away her books in her locker. "I hope you don't mind, but some of us spread a rumor that you let Clyde and Token take their turns with you over the weekend. Sorrryyy~" Bebe, the curly blonde-haired girl, giggled alongside some of her friends (name) knew were just for show the second she first saw them. Probably because she ― Bebe ― felt inferior to that black-haired girl, Wendy, so she had to get desperate to finally have the slightest of attention on her.
Now, (name) was never one to speak up to her bullies, either to confront them and their actions or just utter a pathetic "sorry" despite none of this being any real fault of her own. Part of it is no matter what option she chooses, Bebe and her "friends" won't stop. They will use every little word she says and every movement she makes as an awful, not even real reason to torture her in every little way possible; spreading rumors faster than (name) can call for help, jumping her at every chance they have.
Her depressive episodes she barely showed others because she was tired of dealing with this abuse, it was aggravating and was never to change.
It's why...she finally made the decision to end it.
I mean, what else was a better answer? The mystery and unanswered questions to it, but at the same time, an end with no coming back ― to the torment, the cruel reality ― it was the perfect goal for someone with such a sad and pathetic life such as her own.
Besides, it's not like she didn't think it through: Days on end were spent considering every detail to a capital "D", even going through a pros and cons list to decide which was more superior: should she leave a note or not bother with a sob story? Should she let everyone find her body or let them know ahead of time? Should it be silent, or should she let her screams be heard? Should it be slow or quick? Should it be neat or messy?
Of course, that was still when she was a coward. The idea of an official "lights out" terrified her to her core, especially for her parents who always tried their best to support their daughter through her difficult years ― which was basically her entire life, thinking about it.
But now, she realizes, after all this pain and suffering that seemingly has no end...
Death is the only answer.
"You listening, you stupid skank?!" Red, appropriately named considering her fiery ginger hair, landed a harsh shove on the innocent girl. The hell did they expect her to even say? (name), who now had her back against her locker, couldn't understand their logic even after all their relentless bullying for no other reason than because she easily befriended the guys in their class.
