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Filth and flowers (V) HIGH SCHOOL!AU

   This might turn into hardcore angst, mentions of depression, bullying, suicide, major character death, don't read it if you get triggered by these topics.

      As she looked upon the walls it all came rushing back like a pile of heavy rocks being thrown on her body and they were just starting to pile up. 

      Heavy, heavier...too much to carry and then tears. 

     She casts her eyes down at the ground and runs out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

     The way out of the west wing never seemed longer than it was this evening. 

      She was running through the corridors, ghosts of memories haunting her behind every corner until she finally got to the toilets throwing herself on her knees in one of the stalls, pushing three fingers down her throat and emptying her bowel into the toilet.

      The pungent smell of the acidic liquid she threw up just made her vomit more and more, forcing her to shut her teary eyes.

      Once she was able to open them again she could see the red and green pills that she swallowed not even 10 minutes ago.

      The dizziness that came afterwards made her question if she'll ever wake up again, if she threw up just half of the bottle that she swallowed.

      Questions were avoided when she woke up still in the stall a while later, it seemed that the day ended long ago since there was no daylight coming through the small window in the washroom. 

      The sickening orange glow that greeted her from the street lights made her squint her eyes a bit before she decided that the window is her safest way to get out of the school without landing herself in the police station.

      She crawled up on one of the sinks and reached out through the window to grab the lamppost that was right next to it.

      Pulling her body against the lamppost made her legs easily slide through the small opening and wrap themselves around the pole to slide down.

      Once her feet landed on the concrete she found herself on the path to her house, just the one that she didn't take for the past two months.

      None the less with her hands in her pockets she slowly made her way home throwing her hoodie over her head to hide her face from the same light that woke her up only minutes ago.

      She dreaded it, and dreaded how cowardly she is.

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      Two months ago Kim Taehyung, best student of the art department, saxophonist in the school orchestra, three year champ and leader of the Mathlympics, son of Principal Kim and his sweet wife that owned the flower shop down the street, younger brother of the schools football star Kim Seokjin and your best friend, committed suicide by shooting a bullet from his fathers revolver through his head.

      Kim Taehyung the ray of sunshine that never crossed the campus grounds without smiling at every student that he passed by. The Taehyung that gave up free time to tutor his best friend and any other dummy struggling with their grades. Kim Taehyung.

      Does it get more real the more you repeat it? It does, doesn't it?

      Kim Taehyung took the easy way out, a sinners path.

      Kim Taehyung is the filth that we walk upon, he is the rock you kick on your way to the store.

      Does it hurt to read that?