Is It Too Late To Say Sorry?{CHASE DAVENPORT}

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I plan on making it like, 13 reasons why. Where he leaves reasons for what happens a such. Why he does what he does and who's responsible.
Usually I won't switch povs in mid chapter but for sake of both sides of the story, this chapter will.
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Chase Davenport

Chase sat in the school courtyard, and resting his head on the wall behind him. It was about five thirty in the morning, a good two hours before school started, but this was the only place where he could feel at peace. No talking, no yelling, just silence. The occasional cricket would chirp from across the rectangular shaped courtyard, or bird from above the trees, but other than that, all was quiet.

He didn't do much there. Just think about things, like life, or even just the simple subjects. School, missions, secrets. Okay, so not so simple, but this place was his thinking space. No one would bother him, it was just Chase and his own thoughts.

Of course, he was a little complicated inside. Confused, or twisted maybe. His mind was clouded with horrific images, and speculation. Or even just memories. The good memories, which were just as bad as the horrific ones. Remembering those times, where he was happy, hurt him, knowing nothing would ever be like that again. Sometimes he wished he could go back in time to relive those memories(Wish we could turn back time, to the good old daysssss. No one? Sorry, continue)

The boy pondered life. What was worth fighting for, or what was better left unattended, alone, and unwanted.

Deep, sentimental thoughts filled his brain. Chase was deep person. Though no one could tell from the outside. Everyone thought he was a robot, with nothing to do but work and obey the rules, and nothing to say but boring facts and opinions no one wanted to hear to ruin their perfect day.

But he was a person. He had feelings, but keeping them inside was better for everyone. Even if he showed them, no one would take a second glance at him. They'd believe he was perfectly fine, just the same old Chase.

He was a grenade. Waiting for the perfect moment. One day, he was going to go off, and blow up everything in his path.
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Bree Davenport

Bree woke up to find the capsule next to hers empty.

"Adam? Where's Chase?" She asked loudly, startling the taller boy two capsules down.

"The nerd? He probably missed school and went to go in."

Adam chuckled at his own joke, and Bree grinned and rolled her eyes. He was such a child.

"Adam! Bree! Wake up! You gotta get ready for school!" The familiar voice of Leo Dooley rang throughout the lab.

Leaning her head back against the glass capsule, Bree sigh. She didn't hate school, but it definitely wasn't her favorite thing in the world. Especially having to wake up at six in the morning.

She got changed an dragged her feet towards the elevator where Leo was waiting.

"You know where chase is?" She asked groggily.

"He woke up early. Said something about going out and that he'd meet us at school."

The elevator shook slightly, as it made its way up towards the ground level.

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The three siblings arrived at the school. Bree spotted the youngest bionic sitting on a bench. He glanced at the briefly, before going back to his business without another acknowledgement.

Bree's eyebrows creased together. That was unlike him, although, she didn't think much into it. Chase was an arrogant asshole most of the time, but he wasn't very open about himself. It wasn't weird, he was just very, introvert.

It would be that ignoring Chase that day would be the greatest regret of her life.

This was so short and I'm so sorry. I haven't updated since last year I've just been very busy lately. As someone who has seen depression and suicide first hand, it's not something I'd like to relive, but I want to get the message across. 13 reasons why portrayed it better than I ever could, but still. Words hurt, whether it's intentional or not. It's easy to miss signs of depression, and suicide, but I'm telling you now, look. You never know who you can save by just being there.

-Chloe