The End of a Survivor

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It was a calm wind, but at the top of the building it get's more extreme than I would've thought.
It was a beautiful view, looking over the city that was once my home.
I saw the ruins of the school on my left side. Construction workers slowly cleaning up large chunks of brick wall. It was told me that almost all the bodies had been found. They missed a few, police had said on the news.

When I woke up in the hospital, the doctors said I had severe trauma and brain damage, plus survivors guilt. I remembered every thing. My parents getting slaughtered in front of me replayed in a loop through my brain, and after that the deaths of my friends, which I apparently bullied heavily in high school.
When the host had revealed that the "show" wasn't acted and totally real apparently hell broke loose. The show just streamed on a few unknown channels and there was 1 website dedicated to it. The police tried everything in their might to discover the location, helplessly watching us getting slaughtered. When the camera followed me outside, the police could track the location down and they came as soon as they could.
The body's of my friends were rescued later. No one of them could be saved. Special doctors removed all the cyborg stuff of them, and tried make them their old selves. I heard that Loki was left to bleed out, hold captive till she died of blood loss, Bey's neck was slit and Waffle died the same way as Bagle. A way I don't want to think about
After I got saved a lot of news reporters came to me, saying I was brave and strong. I didn't want to be brave and strong.

Why did I deserve to live?

I bullied someone so far into depression that they decided to end 200 lives. I was the reason the other nine went through that torture. I was the reason my parents got murdered. I bullied tens of students into depression, made their life a hell.
And I was the one that survived it.
Im such a terrible person and I was the one to survive it.

I walk a few steps back, feeling the wind rushing through my hair. I thought of Yoda, the memory of him made my heart hurt.

At least I would see him soon, I thought as I ran and jumped over the edge.

I felt wind brushing against my cheeks, and I smiled. I heard a few people scream before I felt a sharp pain and everything turned to black.

darkness

a white light

Yoda are you there?

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