Drip, drip, drip

Tw:depressing thoughts, mentions of self harm, suicide.

Drip, drip , drip.
Rin gazed down at the city below him, it was a beautiful sight. If he could, he would stand there forever and ever. He would never return to the cram school, never return to see the terrified and shocked and disgusted glares of his peers. He thought for a moment, maybe he could.
Drip, drip, drip.
Rin couldn't help but think of how cruel it was - whether it be death or life he hadn't yet quite figured. Rin's mother, she had probably gone to hell, for birthing him, the literal spawn of Satan himself. Shiro, Rins father figure, he was probably suffering in hell. The old, perverted priest didn't deserve anything but front row tickets to heaven, but even though he was possessed, and died protecting Rin -though that was probably a sin in itself- it was still classified as suicide.
Drip, drip, drip.
Rins thoughts flickered briefly to those who could possibly miss him. Brief, as he only had a short list of those. He wanted to believe that Kuro would miss him, although he also believed that he would much prefer Yukio to be his summoner. Ukobach would no longer have a cooking partner, although Rin was sure he irritated the other demon by invading his territory and constantly rambling on and on. Rin chuckled, the only people he believed could possibly miss him were demons, like him. However, Rin wasn't even truly that either. He was a half-breed. Half human; half demon. He was a nuisance to both worlds, both sides of the mirror. He could never fit in.
Drip, drip, drip.
Rin shook his head, tears falling wildly around him. Someone had to care for him! He frantically searched his mind looking for anyone who he could seek comfort from. Yukio no longer cared for him after Rin had accepted his demon side, killing Shiro in the process and invading his education by not only joining True Cross Academy, but the cram school as well. He knew that none of the priests actually cared, they were terrified of him. They all loved Yukio, with his talents and intellect, and were only following Shiro's orders to look after him. He didn't even dare consider any of the cram students, they all hated him. His desperate brain swiftly stumbled to Mephisto, although it staggered over it just as quickly after realising that he was only a pawn, a minor piece on his grand chess board. And Amaimon was similar, only wanting Rin to occasionally 'play' with him and eventually kill.
Drip, drip, drip.
Rin began to grow lightheaded as his tears mixed with his blood and pooled over the edge of the roof. With a sigh he stood up and half walked half crawled over to the edge.
Drip, drip, drip.
Rin began to fall, and slowly slid over the edge of the building, collapsing onto the ground like his tears and blood.
Drip, drip, drip.