You Can't Save Me ~Septiplier~

6

Dark. Everything was dark. When I opened my eyes, I saw two people. One had blue hair and a lot of acne. The other one had brown hair and he was tall, they were holding hands, their back to me. "Hello?" I called out, hoping they would tell me what was happening.

They turned around and looked at me. "Hello Mark." The blue haired one said.

"W-who a-are y-you?" I asked.

"I'm Ethan. This is Tyler." He said, pointing to the guy next to him. "You're simply dreaming Mark. You tried to end your life, and you passed out." Ethan said.

"E-Ethan? I-I r-read about y-you! Y-you were b-b-bullied b-by t-the o-other boys i-in y-your s-school." I said to him. How was here? I thought he was dead.

"Um. Y-yes I was. Anyway," Ethan said, dragging out the a. "We're here to tell you our story. I'm not going to lie to you, it's very dark and sad. But! In our eyes at least, it has a decent ending!" He said.

"O-oh. B-b-before you t-tell m-me y-your s-s-story, d-did I a-actually die?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"I'm sorry Mark. We can't tell you that. It's beyond us to know something like that. If we knew, trust me, we would tell you." Tyler said.

"Now, can I start the story?" Ethan looked at me expectingly. I nodded, indicating he could tell the story. "Thank you. Now, this is what happened to me."

Flashback- Ethan's POV
It started as any normal day. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast and talked to my parents, and went to school. When I got to school, I felt like something was off. I didn't hear the normal excited chatter of teenagers, happy to see their friends after the weekend. All I heard was low whispers. I ignored the bad feeling in my stomach and went inside. Everyone was staring at me, and by everyone, I mean literally everyone, including the teachers. It was then when I realized that all of the hushed whispers were directed at me. I put my head down and headed to my locker, hoping my head was just playing tricks on me.

When I opened my locker, I was horrified. Notes fell out of my locker. I read all of them, my heart breaking just a little more with each note I read.
Kill yourself.
Faggot.
Whore.
Gay.
Disgusting.
Fat.
Ugly.
Waste of space.
Worthless.
Why aren't you dead?
I felt tears flood my eyes. How did people find out I was gay? The only people that knew where my parents and Ken. I know my parents didn't tell the school. Ken was my best friend. There's no way he would tell anyone. Would he? I was ripped from my thoughts by Ken. "I see you finally got my notes." I was shocked. Ken and I were best friends. Why would he do that? "I know what you're thinking. Why would my best friend tell the entire school I was gay? Well, it's because that's fucking gross! Really Ethan? Did you actually I could still be friends with you after you told me you're gay? You're so stupid Ethan. You deserve everything you get from here on out."

His words hurt. With every word he said, I felt like I was getting stabbed in the heart. He was my best friend. I trusted him with everything, and he betrayed me. He fucking betrayed me. My eyes were watering and leaking tears, despite my best efforts to keep the tears at bay. When Ken looked at me, he laughed. He shoved me against the lockers and started to beat me up. No one did anything. They just stood there and watched. Fucking watched. Those people disgust me. They're so heartless, watching as someone gets beat up by their best friend. Well, ex-best friend.

The beating seemed to last days. In reality, it only lasted for about ten minutes. When Ken finally walked away, I didn't even register that he left. Everything hurt. My head was pounding, my arms and legs felt like they were broken, my chest, back, and stomach were completely numb from being kicked, but the worst feeling was my heart. It felt like it wasn't even beating. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much. Tears started to fall again as I realized that Ken was right, I did deserve this. After all, I am fat, ugly, worthless, a waste of space, is there anything likable about me? At times where I felt like this, Ken would deny all of it. He really was a good friend. But I lost him, because I'm a mistake. Why am I even here? I just lost my only friend, is there anything-