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by babypeacch

by babypeacch

Warning : Finn is NOT famous in this book. This book contains self harm, violence, depression, and anxiety. I do not mean to trigger or offend anyone. Also swearing. Also this is a short chapter so enjoy.

I'm going to do it this time. I look down at the scars on my wrists but it just reminds me of how much I hate myself.

I run into my garage and grab my bike...but I also grab a rope. I'm doing it. No matter what anyone says. I mean...not like there is anyone to hold me back. My mom won't give a shit and the rest of the world hates me so why not.

I bike my way to school not paying attention to the world around me. Once I pull up to the school I immediately run to class in hopes of being the first there and getting one of the back seats. I hate being called on. Like bitch..obviously, if I knew the answer I'd fucking raise my hand.

Just as I had hoped...a back row seat was open. Perfect. But it was also seated next to the one and only Mr Finn Wolfhard. Once I sit down the bastard even has the nerve to pass me a wink. I scoff in response.

Class starts and before you know it, school is over as soon as it had begun.

I immediately get on my bike and haul ass there. God how everyone will gasp in response and maybe if I'm lucky, shed a tear. But I know after about two weeks tops everyone will be over it and they will forget about Miss Neela North Juniper Peach Adler's death...and go back to writing gossip on the bathroom walls. All those people are good at is gossip on the bathroom walls. God how much desperate teenage girls can there be in this world.

I see it. This is it. I see it. I pull up to the very big tree and I grab my rope out of my old, rusty bike's..also old and rusty basket. I start setting it up..but then..I hear a laugh. One I know all too well. Finn. I take a step but I crush a twig under my foot.

"Hello?" I hear. Then I see curly locks pop out from being the very big tree.

"Neela?"

"Yes." I see his friends pop out from behind the very big tree too.

"What are you doing here?"

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes..

"......It's called The Hanging Tree for a reason dumbass." I say as the feeling of sadness messes with my voice.

I snatch the rope from the tree, put it in my basket and I leave. Pedaling as fast as I could as far away from there as I could. I don't know where I'm going...not that I care. As long as it is away from there.