♤ SIO Oneshots & AUs

Set It Off 》The Grand Finale

(Kind of based off of queen150791's Strawberry Juice. You should really go check their stories, they're 11/10. Also, trigger?: Mention/act of suicide)

I pulled my jacket closer to me, trying to keep the freezing rain from hitting my skin. My mind was running with so many thoughts and I couldn't get it to shut up. There were so many different voices telling me to do so many different things. Every now and then one would break free from the rest, louder and more clear.

"Go back."

"Shut up and keep walking! They won't miss you."

"You need her."

"You're such a failure, you can't even die right!"

I growled and punched the nearest thing next to me. I couldn't help it. I had so much fucking pent up anger that I didn't know how to get rid of. I kept punching the tree until I couldn't feel a thing again. Ever since she came into my life, I've felt way too different.

I didn't like it. She was changing things that didn't need to be changed. I fucking hated her. I want her gone.

"No you don't." A small voice broke through the screams. I hated that voice. It's been there, lurking, ever since she showed her rainbow ass around here.

The rain was only getting worse. Both good and bad for me. Maybe if I stayed out here long enough, a bolt of lighting would finally kill me. Or I'd get ammonia or freeze to death. Honestly, I'd take anything right now.

Sighing, I leaned against the tree and let the rain run over me. My hand was starting to sting, which meant I was still alive. Gooddamn it. It was right, I couldn't even kill myself correctly. What a fucking prize I was.

I pushed myself off the ground and looked down at my hand. It was covered in blood and had a few splinters here and there. Huh, I didn't know I was capable of doing that. Maybe it'll get infected or I'll bleed out.

I could only hope.

I gave up on trying to tune out the voices, it wasn't worth it anymore. They would win. They usually always did. I sometimes wondered why I was so unfornatute to be like this. Why the hell couldn't I just be like everyone else? Normal. Liked. Not fucking crazy and wanting to kill themselves.

Oh well. I wouldn't be here much longer anyway. Let's hope that today would finally be the day it was all over.

I sat down on one of the benches beneath the school awning. Why would I come back to the place where everyone hated me? I'd say I'd have no clue or "what better a way to end it all than where it started?".

Ugh, that's some poetic ass shit right there. I could only imagine some emo kid writing that in their Death Note diary.

"Ugh, today mom wouldn't let me go to Hot Topic. >_> Doesn't she know that's my home?! I hate her! I wish she'd die.

"Some preppy bitch named Amanda pushed me in the hallway at school earlier. She and her preppy bitch cheerleader friends all pointed and laughed at me. I've had enough, I'm going to kill myself in the bathroom tomorrow. What a better way to end my miserable life than in the place where it all started?

"See you never again. Xx_Ebony_dementia_way_666_xX out."

I chuckled and leaned back more, resting my head against the wet brick. When did the rain get so hard to wet the school walls? Oh well, I wasn't going to ask questions about it. There was the question of how would I get inside though.

I walked around the building, looking for any kind of door that could be unlocked or window that was open. There was a light on in one of the classrooms at the far end of the building. Who the fuck would still be here at this hour? Janitor perhaps. That or some teacher having to stay late to grade paper.