As Sweet As Sugar [Suga Fanfic]♡

Bonus Chappie~

Hey guyzzz
This chapter is a bonus chapter. ( It's not part of the story but it may give you clues on what happens in the story)
It's a random one shot I made. So, please enjoy!
This is also a very early birthday present to...

DRUMROLL PLEASE!
*chibi Jamila plays the drum*
VALERIE!

(I know it isn't a Taehyungie fanfic and your bias is Tae, but HEY WHY NOT? I'm also gonna work on a Taehyung one shot for your birthday, stay tuned!)

Also, I was already working on Chapter 11 when I did this one shot. So it may accidentally include a little too much of spoilers.
Anyways! On with the chappie! Warning, depression and suicide is involved.

Smile. Smile. Smile.
Just do it.

You've done it for so long.

Someone threw a cup of milk at me. It drenched my hair.

I heard their laughter. The way they laughed when someone was hurt.

And worst of all...

My best friend, my only friend.

She was with them.

I wanted to scream at her, beat her, heck maybe even kill her.

But I loved her too much to do all of that. (This isn't a lesbian fic)

She laughed and yelled out my name, throwing more food scraps at me.
Smile. I told myself.
Don't cry. I told myself.

Someone threw a rock at me. It hurts.

The girl that doesn't cry,

Just endure this. I told myself.
I endured it for a year already. Surely I can survive one more.

She's the one dying inside.

I had a group of friends last time too. Five of us hung out together.
But for some reason we didn't anymore.
Maybe we all changed.
But I still wanted them with me.

With no one by her side,

When my best friend joined in with my bullies, I knew my other friends were sad too. I saw it with my own eyes.
I was the one that comforted them even though we seemed like strangers.
I was the one that made sure they were safe.

But I never got it back.

She thinks of suicide.

They cried in front of me, I saw.
I comforted them, told them I was there for them.

I didn't cry.
I cried only on the inside.

But then they never comforted me back.

She puts on a fake smile,

Selfish? Is that how to describe them?

But I was already grateful they didn't join her.

But, I really want the comfort too.

They avoided her. They didn't want to be hurt anymore.
But for some reason I stayed with her.

No one could tell from a mile.

I felt juice soaking my uniform.

I quickly ran to the bathroom, letting out a sob that I've been holding in.

She waited for a while,

No. I want to cry. Just let me cry.

Let me die.