Randy{White Shadow

Part one

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"Honestly, I'm f**king done here."

"I don't care at this point ok! Go if you want, stay if you want." Rye gave Mikey a look that clearly said "What the f**k do you think i'm going to choose" and flounced out of their dorm. The slam echoed through the the hallway. Mikey shrugged and shook his head as the door creaked shut.

"Such a drama queen" he muttered as he cleaned up the mess they made in the process of their separation. "Doesn't even stay to help me clean up, what a b***h"

Rye stormed down the hallway but suddenly hesitates.

"I feel kind of bad for him to be honest..." But he quickly eliminated these thoughts. This sort of thing happened too many times for him to count. Then he realised he had nowhere to go to, he literally shared a room with Mikey.

He had to move on from these things. Another friend bumped into him at that moment and invited him to her dorm for the night when she heard what happened. "Funny how this kinda seems planned out..." Rye thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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Rye peeked out the window just as he saw Mikey's car drive off. He was safe. At least until Mikey came back. He needed to move fast. His friend was still fast asleep and snoring, so he snuck out the door quietly and crept back to his dorm. It was only when the door closed that he finally broke down. He could finally do what he had needed to do for a long time. He needed to free himself from his pain.

Rye was a victim of a long run of bad luck, most people say. His parents handed him to his grandparents to raise him and he had been in foster care for a long period of time. As a child and teenager, his guardians were very strict about everything. No dates, no outings with friends, not even any social media accounts. Not to mention basically no privacy as well. Then when he was 15, one of his brothers passed away from a rare form of cancer the doctors described as '1 in about 2 million'. That impacted him massively because he had been a real role model for him, and now he was just gone. As a child, he was bullied for being abnormal and "strange". The emotional scars were still sore through secondary school. He started college with a clearer head and vowed to start afresh and hopefully forget his past. It had all been going fairly well until now.

Rye had been together with Mikey since the first semester of college, he was now nearly at the end of his second year. It had been alright so far. His first relationship. He had been a good rock to lean on when he was terribly stressed or just needed a pick-me-up. But recently- he didn't know why- but Mikey seemed a bit more agitated than usual. Rye didn't know his point of view, but he was pretty sure there was someone else he was interested in. Someone probably better than him...

"Well he's the loser in this, I guess. But then again am I really the winner?"

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Rye turned the lock of the door shut. Click*. He saw a small bottle that has a skull on it and written below it 'carbon monoxide-do not inhale'**. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop.

"Perhaps, this is it," he thought. The colourless, tasteless yet fatally toxic gas escaped from it. Within about a minute, Rye started to feel a bit dizzy, kind of like he was going pass out. A sharp ringing sound in his ear slowly got louder. Did he really care? No. Suddenly, he had completely forgotten where he was and he quickly collapsed onto the floor, very disorientated. He had started seeing dots and his vision had gone blurry. He started to panic and yell. It felt like hours as seconds dragged by. The highly concentrated gas filled the room and set an alarm off. But Rye couldn't hear the alarm.