I'm sick and tired of this.
Why does it have to be this way?
I look at the boy in front of me. He gave up. He surrendered. He's the same as the other girl and boy before him. The girls beside me started laughing. Who would ever laugh at this? They're sick beings. My cheeks began to be stained with tears, he was the last of my closest friends. Now he's gone. The two girls looked at me and laughed harder. The girl with the light blue hair in a ponytail said," Why are you crying."
I couldn't look at her, she was one of the people that brought him to do this to himself.
" You're pathetic. Just like them." said the pink haired girl as she kicked me.
Both of the girls walked away laughing. I fell to my knees, hugging them close to my chest. I screamed and cried harder. I yelled out," I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! JUST MAKE IT STOP! WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?"
The next day those two girls began picking on another girl that had just transferred into our school. Days after that, whenever I saw the girl she looked so frail and weak. When she looked at me her eyes looked like they begged for help, I always glanced away. I'm so weak. I wasn't able to help my friends and I can't help her. Why am I so scared of getting hurt, I've already been hurt plenty of times. I decided I had to step up and help this girl, I don't want what happened to my friends to happen to her. I walked up to her, she looked terrified when I approached her. It looked like she thought I was going to hurt her. I put on my fake smile and asked," Do you want to go get some cake together?"
She gave a small nod.
We went to the café after school. After we picked out which cakes we wanted we sat down at a table and she asked me a question which made me shiver:
" You're not like them are you?"
I put my hand over my mouth, just even thinking about those girls make me sick. I began thinking of my friends and of him. Tears began to form in my eyes but I wiped them away quickly. I didn't want my weak character to show I had to pretend I was strong.
I shook my head at her.
She smiled and took a bite of her strawberry cake. We chatted for a bit, neither of us brought up those girls. I feel like I made a new friend, she seemed nice. Maybe we could be friends.
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The next day on the morning announcements they said a girl committed suicide. I began to cry again, it was her. She gave up. The two girls were trying to hide their laughter. Why does this keep happening?
After school, I went to go swap my shoes at my locker and found a note that said:
"You're next"
I crumpled to note and ran out of the school, tears started streaming down my face. I'm weak. I keep crying and I'm unable to do nothing. I can't put up with this anymore. I can't keep fighting. I'm done. I surrender.
I ran into the middle of the highway. Would I really be able to end everything now? I've tried so many times to put an end to my existence and every time I failed. I wish I had someone to cling to. But I don't.
I begin to cry out.
" This is all useless! I'm tired of it! I want it all to stop!"
I pull a gun to my head, but I'm unable to pull the trigger. I glance to my right and see a dead cat. I'm not ready to suffer.
I pull the trigger.
" It will surely rain tomorrow."
