The Emotionally Unstable Baguette

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Aye last chapter get fucked m8s. I hope you die on the inside it's almost one am help.

Trigger Warning: mentions of self-harm, suicide

Get ready.

It was relatively normal after that confrontation. Of course, it was if you neglected the fact that Toast hadn't left her room in a day.

Thomas had brought her food, being the caring person he was. He knew how terrible Toast was now, but he couldn't bring himself to completely give up on her.

Because she wasn't like that all the time.

In kindergarten, she had been your typical five year-old. At least, that's what Baguette said. They had known each other since the first day, after all.

In sixth grade, she was your typical eleven year-old. At least, that's what Wheat said. They had met him the first day, after all.

She was quite typical, until you really got to know her. Then you saw all the bad things, like the control issues, the bossiness, the overreactions, the anger. It was difficult to get past those.

But everyone has a bad side they reserve until they find the perfect people to share it with. Their own personal demons.

There's always a time to expose those, whether it's in the near future, or a long time away. If there's a significant amount of trust, they'll let you know.

But you have to earn that trust, and you can't abuse it, which no one who was friends with Toast could honestly say they haven't done. They weren't angels, and in some aspects, almost as bad as the person they hate so much.

When Baguette was in tenth grade, she made it her mission to terrorize a kid she knew, just because he had "looked at her funny". Why she received joy from making that kid's life a living hell, no one knew. Ever since the kid killed himself, she tried her best to stand up for people instead of ruining their lives.

Wheat has control issues just like Toast did. He just did a better job of controlling them, especially since he almost killed that one kid who got a better score than him on a test and then gloated about it.

Ever since then, he did his best to keep up an act of apathy, to keep his real feelings inside, to stop himself from losing control and hurting someone he cares about. Thomas is his main motivation, because goddamnit, he loves him so fucking much, and if he hurt him he wouldn't know what he would do. Thomas already knew about all of it, and was okay with it. He wasn't even scared.

But Wheat was.

Thomas still hadn't told anyone that he has scars on his legs, and it was quite obvious how they got there. How and when he would tell someone, most likely Wheat, he doesn't know. But it has to happen, because it isn't healthy to live without telling people something like that.

Bagel still hasn't accepted the fact that he lets other people's opinions or standards affect him more than they should. Perhaps he doesn't even know it yet, but he needs to so he can try to change it. Don't let other people take your self-esteem.

All of them had their own demons, but none of them were ready to deal with them, which really didn't make them any better than hypocrites.

How could they expect Toast to try to change herself when they weren't even ready to deal with their issues?

But Baguette was worried that her friend would do something stupid, and she was starting to regret what she said, honesty or not.

Thomas was thinking about what would happen now. Now that everything was out in the open, what would become of all the relationships?

Bagel was hoping that he hadn't hurt Toast too much, because he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had destroyed her life in the process in figuring out his own.

There's always collateral damage, though.

And Wheat was just wondering what she could have possibly been doing up there for the past day, though he had a sinking feeling that she was thinking.

Thinking isn't all that bad in itself. It's what you think about, and what you do with the new information that determines if it's bad or not.

But whatever it is that you're going to think about, rule number one is that you can never isolate yourself when you're thinking.

There's no one there to tell you that you're wrong.

And as everyone- excluding Toast- sat down in the living room, quietly conversing, trying their hardest to forget everything that had happened, trying to forget the elephant in the room, they heard it.

It was quiet, not a bang or a crack, more of a thump, like something falling over.

Everyone heard it.

No one wanted to acknowledge it.

Wheat however, was skeptical, because he felt as if everything had been submerged in water; it was quieter, calmer even.

He made eye contact with Baguette, who seemed to share the same curiosity about the noise.

And as they stared at each other, her eyes winded, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe, as though the water decided to kill them instead of just changing the world.

Wheat stood up and slowly walked toward the stairs, slowly walking up each step, trying to take as much time as possible to delay the inevitable as everyone stared at him.

And everyone caught on pretty quickly as to why Baguette was crying. 

A/N: Definitely a lot shorter sorry guys.

I hope this caused some emotional scarring.

I'm actually quite sad that this is ending. There will be an epilogue posted someday soon (probably tomorrow tbh) so be fucking ready.

So long and goodnight, fuckers.