Break up with your girlfriends, I'm bored

By Dying - aka i wrote this on my period

Psa this is like one of the saddest stories/cliffhangers I've written
There's roughly 7.5 billion people currently in the world. Those people branch like trees, each connecting like wires to a single circuit breaker. Every group, school, neighborhood, town, city, state, country, continent has their own connections branched off each other. Everything is perfectly fine.
For a second.

Sometimes, somebody does something. Someone makes a tiny blip in the system. Usually, it's a blip. Usually, no one gets hurt. Unless you happen to be larger than a blip, and your blip creates other blips, and everyone you know, and they know, and whoever they know gets affected.

How can a single person destroy the lives of so many people?
How can a single person create so much collateral damage?
How could someone do this to themselves?

At 7:06 AM, Juliana Ross realised her best friend wasn't on the bus.
At 7:45 Am, Juliana Ross realised her best friend wasn't in class.

And she thought nothing of it.

People don't always come to school. Sometimes people get sick, and they can't go places. The first day Juliana Ross's best friend wasn't there, she had no concern, and even forgot to ask if they would be coming to school tomorrow.
The next day, Juliana Ross was late for school. She woke up, and pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She ate breakfast, brushed her teeth, got dressed, said goodbye to her parents, grabbed her backpack, and waited for the bus.
However, she couldn't wait anymore, because her phone buzzed and the clock glowed 7:24 AM and she had to run to make it on time.

At 8:30, Juliana Ross realised her best friend wasn't in school that day either. They'd gone longer without talking to each other, and Juliana Ross wasn't worried.
But after two weeks, she began to get concerned. The two of them had never gone this long without talking, and neither had any of their collective friends. That was, however, not as concerning as what each of them got the next week.

It was four in the morning on Tuesday. Juliana had stayed up playing on her phone. She tiredly forgot her best friend hadn't been in school for two weeks, and checked their Instagram page.
But it was deleted.

Since she was so tired, Juliana felt nothing, and turned her phone off to go to sleep. Somehow, she was unable to get comfortable and went to school that day with no sleep besides the nap she took on the bus.
When she got to school, nobody seemed different. She noticed the people who constantly talked were quieter than usual. Her teachers droned on and on. Talked about nothing important.
Until third period Language Arts, her best friend's favorite favorite class. Juliana had her notebook out because it was her favorite class too. The teacher had a larger pile of things on his desk than usual.
Juliana hadn't been listening, but she'd been writing. She was writing and making tiny, horrible cartoons of fuzzy animals that had tiny eyes and sharp teeth. Her head leaned on her hand, and she blanked out. Part-way, at least, because she caught on to something the teacher said.
Juliana Ross had stopped moving. Her pencil dropped out of her hand and rolled off her desk. The other students had done the same thing. Expressions changed, movements stopped, any noise besides the dropping of Juliana's pencil did not exist anymore.
Her head began to hurt. It hurt violently, until she tried to breathe and a single, tiny tear slid out of her water line and down her face, leaving a trail where her makeup was. She looked up. Every face in the class was in shock. One person let a sob escape, and Juliana didn't understand why.
She looked up at the teacher. He had taken his glasses off and leaned up against his desk. His eyes looked glassy, and he rubbed them furiously before putting his glasses back on.
Before the speaker in the school clicked on and the principal was shakily calling every student down to the auditorium, before every student in the room was crying and Juliana didn't understand why, her teacher had said something that made every heart almost stop. He'd say two words.
A name and a word.

Suicide.

When Juliana got home that day, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

I literally have no more ideas for finishing this story like at all. I seriously have no idea how to finish this.