Song: My time by Bo En (This sounds like it devolves into hell, nice, btw I think this song is about suicide but maybe it's just my thoughts being fucked)
"Thanks for the ride sweetie. Truly I had a cracking night" Remy said stepping out of the black volvo they had been driven to the school in. It was early morning and the world was quiet. "See you..never" They concluded before slamming the door. They had said it to the man they had slept over at after a party, though there hadn't been much actual sleeping involved.
As they walked towards the grey building they thought about whether to take a 2 hour long shower to scrub away every last memory of last night, put on a face mask and let the closest available person ramble on about whatever they wanted while Remy dissociated or down 10 cups of coffee and hide in a hoodie. Probably the last since holy damn the headache from the hangover looming over them was really setting in.
Suddenly they felt something being crunched under their shoe. They looked down to see a small piece of paper. The soft grass which was wet from the night before had partially destroyed the crumpled up note. They could barely make out any of the writing as they picked it up. The text had been harsh scribbled over making it even harder. If they squinted they could read.
D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶r̶v̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶b̶ ̶t̶ ̶h̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶x̶t̶ ̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶e̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶d̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶ ̶ ̶l̶e̶s̶ ̶ ̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶
Oyasumi oyasumi (Goodnight, Goodnight)
A worried feeling spread through their chest as they glanced around. A few feet away laid a spoon nearly completely dark from repeatedly being burned and not far away was a broken syringe. Partially hidden by a few leaves was another note.
Hey Dee (Its probaby you reading anyway)
I dont know why Im writting I just fund paper and well....
There were a few doodles probably made while the person had been thinking of what to write next.
Can yu please rememer too hug roman frm me?
Plese remember that Im nver coming back
Close your eyes and you'll leave this dream
Oyasumi oyasumi (Goodnight, Goodnight)
Remy's eyes widened as they recognized the sloppy handwriting as Remus'. They looked around as if to see if he was around but no one was there. They didn't know what to do so they just kept walking towards the building.
When they got back to their room Roman was there singing along to some broadway songs. Looking happy and joyful and completely oblivious.
"I got something for you" Remy mumbled leaning against the wall.
Roman smiled at them thinking that he was going to get a gift of some sort. It was then Remy wanted to give him a hug and say that that was the thing and nothing more. That everything was normal. That nothing had changed. That they didn't have what felt like a suicide note in their pocket weighing them down.
They handed the note over without saying another word.
Roman eyed through it. The smile disappeared slowly leaving his face looking emotionless. He stared at it. Re read it. Turned it around to look at the back of it. Still without any indication of how he felt he ripped the note in 2. Then into 4. Then into as many pieces as he could. He shoved Remy out of the way, Quickly took his jacket on and went out in silence leaving the many pieces on the floor.
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Sanders Sides School For The Troubled Youth
FanfictionVirgil Coen is forced to attend a school for troubled youth. There he meets 6 completely different strangers all of which share one thing. The secret of how they got there. The Roman part of the cover was made by xXCr-ativityxX
