Dead, Leap, Cry, Revive (BNHA Story)

Dead

I just heard a thud. Behind me. I turned around. There. I saw him. Behind me. "Idiot." That was only my first thought, though. Just a few second later I started to sweat. A little. Sweat of guilt. I started to shake a little, as he smiled creepily. A tear fell down his face. I felt one fall down mine, too. I heard my friends gasp then whisper things to each other. I didn't turn around to see their reaction or what they were saying. I just had my eyes wide open. Just staring at him. He was staring at me, too. He was dead. His dead body looked creepy. A pool of blood started to spread out around his body. I knew it was my fault. I started to think about when I told him...that. "Just jump off a roof and hope for a quirk in your next life!" That...it replayed in my head. I knew it was my fault. He knew it was my fault, too. Nobody else. Just us. Did the bullying go too far? I was stupid. I made fun of him to make myself satisfied. I never thought about his feelings. I just started to think about it for a long time. About what I said. I am really, really, stupid. I was selfish. I only cared about my feelings. Why am I thinking about this when it was already too late? Just until I heard sirens. My friends must've called the police. They told us to back away from the body, and then they took it away.

It's 3:00 A.M. I couldn't sleep. It was stuck in my head. Parents were asleep, as expected. I thought about that smile. It still creeped me out. It was like he was happy about his death. Or he was telling me it was my fault this happened. I started to shake again. A little. All kinds of negative thoughts surrounded me. "Stupid!" "It's your fault!" "You're only caring about him because he's dead!" "You're selfish!" "Idiot!" I wanted them to leave me alone. But it wouldn't. I was like it was ducted taped to my brain. After a while, I went to sleep. But I saw something. It was a nightmare. I couldn't have a peaceful night.

Everyone at my class gossiped and spread rumors of his death. My friends had spread a rumor of me. Telling that his death was my fault. My. Fault. I guess they aren't my friends anymore. They weren't wrong though. I wanted to be invisible from that day. I didn't feel like crying. At the same time, I wanted to, but I didn't. And I couldn't. As I sat down on my desk the next day, I saw what I was prepared to see. Flowers. Yeah, means that people want me to die. I clenched my fists. Then I just grabbed my chair tightly. I pretended that I didn't see it or anything. I looked down. I could hear people talking about me. I wanted to stand up for myself. But I just...couldn't. I'm just gonna hope this day will end fast.

Yes..finally. School's over. I was tired. So I went up the school roof. Where he jumped, possibly. I almost tripped over something. I looked to see what it was, and I saw....that. Red shoes. And I exactly knew who it belonged too. I had just forgotten about that, and once I saw that It started to haunt me. Again. But I took it. I thought I could give it back to him. So I went downstairs, to our classroom. I put it on his desk. Yeah. And I saw him. But I already knew it was my imagination. All I saw was him standing there. Looking at me. But I took the shoes at he suddenly disappeared. I went home. His funeral was in a few days.