Chapter 1: Prologue- Goodbye Rosie, Hello Niki
FULL SUMMERY: When a person decides to take their own life, aka suicide, they certainly don't expect to be born again… much less into a different universe where war was visible on the horizon. A suicidal person does not want to live, so who the hell thought it would be a brilliant idea to have her reborn. Besides who the hell would ever want to experience puberty twice, only now Nicolasa gets to be a hormone driven teenager with a wand and fucked up visions of her classmates intimate deaths.
"Sup." = English
'Hi…' = Thought
"Hey." = Spanish
"What's up!?" = Japanese
TRIGGER WARNING! (Go to the Warning at the Bottom of the Author's Note for more Info!)
Drip. Drop.
Red droplets panged hollowly onto the ground as a puddle of her life source formed disturbingly beneath her.
Plip. Plop.
Darkness began to cloud her vision. Enthralled, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. A ragged sigh escaped her lips before hysterical giggles filled her small dreary bedroom.
Her cot was an old bare lumpy mattress on the floor that, despite its hideous apparel and smell, was often far more comfortable to sleep on instead of the ground. The old flower wall paper was stained yellow from age and was peeling in certain areas, the smell of mold and marijuana was predominant in the air, mixing with the metallic smell of fresh blood. The hard wood floor was dull in color and had various suspicious stains permanently scarring its surface.
Pling. Shuwak.
The stained razor tore through her small wrist once more, scars, young and old, licked her skin precariously, they crisscrossed in a tantalizing fashion all over her skin.
They were hideous.
They were beautiful, liberating.
She was freeing herself from reality.
Gravity seemed to hit her at full force as her hands fell listlessly beside her, the razor clanging loudly onto the floor beside her, thin bony fingers rubbed fascinatingly against the blood staining the hardwood floor. Using the blood as ink she slowly traced her name with her fingers, 'ROSIE.'
"Hehe, beautiful…." Rosie sighed tiredly as her vision continued to fog over slightly before it cleared once more.
Thin, frail bare legs were stretched out in front of her littered in multicolored bruises varying different sizes. Her thin, hole-filled gray t-shirt was baggy enough to cover her otherwise naked state as it pooled around mid-thigh.
Rosie looked over to where the razor had fallen onto the ground; a ratty tan plush dog, that had definitely seen better days, lied almost sadly by it. It's one coal black eye stared at her almost imploringly as she weakly reached out to it and lifted it up to her face, not caring anymore if blood stained her most prized possession in this world. Despite the underlying scent of mold, the stuffed animal still seemed to faintly smell of the rose perfume her beloved grandmother used to wear before she passed away. It's shaggy 'fur' was soft as she rubbed it on her cheek, comforted immensely by the stuffed dogs presence she gently placed it onto her lap as she rubbed a frayed ear lovingly.
"Woof, woof." She weakly mimicked the sound of a dog, "Hmmm, Boo. I'm gonna miss chu…" she slurred, "You were always su-such a loyal puppy. You'll stay with me until I fall as-asleep right?" she asked the golden retriever stuffed animal that had been by her side since she was a babe. "Hehe, I know chu will… y-you've neber let me down 'fore."
Looking away from her first-and only-friend she peered outside the dirty broken window from where she was sitting on the floor. She could hear a pair of birds chirping in the crisp early evening air as the sun began set over the horizon; its warm rays of light landed on her small broken form gently caressing her as if to say goodbye to a little girl who's only wish in life had been to free.
Rosie's breathing was slowing down, and her vision continued to darken, her grip tightened feebly on Boo as she hugged the plush closer to her body without looking down at it, "B-Boo… I tink its 'ime… lub chu. 'ight, Boo…" she whispered as the last of the sun's golden rays disappeared, stealing the light from her eyes as it disappeared, a gentle smile caressed her face as she stared unseeingly out the window.
Despite her suffering finally ending, Rosaline Louisa Thomas was found dead one week later (when a concerned teacher at the high school called the cops) smiling serenely in a pile of dried blood. Her blank glassed-over eyes stared unseeingly outside of the window as she clutched onto the ratty stuffed dog. She was buried two days later with Boo in her arms. Her 'parents' didn't discover her death until an entire month after her burial when they stumbled into their 'home.' It was an ugly awakening for the deadbeat, druggie couple.
It was warm. It was dark.
It felt safe, as if she was encased in love. And wasn't that just a foreign concept for her.
She was constantly floating freely, that's what it felt like. There was a steady 'Bu-bump, Bu-bump, Bu-bump, Bu-bump…' that constantly seemed to put her at ease.
But overtime, her safe haven seemed to get smaller and smaller, until she could barely move a muscle. She hated that she couldn't float anymore, but the sound of the constant 'Bu-bump, Bu-bump' often put her to sleep so she didn't mind so much.
Something was wrong.
Her safe haven was twitching, squeezing. She could feel herself move downwards, as if being pulled or in this case pushed out by an invisible force.
Pain. The pressure on her head was killing her. Her body ('Wait body? B-but I died right?') felt contorted as she was pressed into painful positions. Something grabbed her head and suddenly…
She was out!
"¡Está perdiendo mucha sangre!" A panicked voice screamed.
Cold. Freezing. Loud!
The sensations felt so foreign after being under total sensory deprivation, but for now she was more concerned over the fact that she felt like she couldn't breathe and the unsettling notion that something or someone seemed to be holding her effortlessly. The change from warm to cold was so drastic that she felt as if she'd been paralyzed.
"¡Doctor! ¿Qué está pasando? ¡Que le va a pasar a mi esposa!" a man asked desperately in the background, "¿La bebe… como esta mi bebe, porque no llora?"
Suddenly the giant that had pulled her out of the warm and safe place smacked her ass.
"La vámos a perder!" the same worried voice shouted as people began shuffling around in panic at the voice's shout.
A terrified scream broke out of her mouth. Who hit her! What was going on! She died. She knew she died…. This entire situation felt almost as if… No! That was impossible! She couldn't have been born again… she was not a baby nope! Her terrified wailing reached a higher pitch as she screamed in denial and fear. She had killed herself for a reason!
At least she was breathing now.
"¡Señor Santos! Tu esposa está perdiendo mucha sangre… no creo que vamos a poder salvarla."
"¡No! Porfabor no! ¡Tiene que haber algo que podemos hacer! ¡Te lo ruego!" a different, and somehow familiar, panicked and pain filled voice shouted horrified, making her cry harder in fear.
'What in the world was going on! What language are they even speaking right now! They sure as hell ain't speaking English!' she thought as she panicked.
She tried to open her eyes to find out what was going on, but the world was a bright painful blur, squeezing her eyes in pain she continued to cry in confusion and anger as the giant-she was not ready to accept that she was a baby just yet-finally wrapped her up in something warm.
"Ricardo. Sabiamos los riesgos. Porfabor, Ricardo, déjame ver mi bebe mientras tengo la fuerza." A tired and weak voice spoke softly.
"Ángela…" the male's voice broke painfully, "No sé si lo puedo hacer sin ti."
"Mi bebe…" the woman's voice pleaded.
"Felicitaciones Señora Santos, es una niña. Se ve muy sana también." The giant's voice carried over sadly -pityingly- to the whispering couple and she was placed on top of someone's chest, her ear was placed right over the bosom of a woman -because guys don't have boobs, so it had to be a woman- she could hear the steady 'Bu-bump, Bu-bump' that she had grown to love when she was still in her safe haven. Oh, god. It was a heartbeat. This-this was her mother, wasn't she? 'NO! No I'm not a baby, I'm not!'
"Mi amor, se ve preciosa." The woman, her mother, said in awe, "Tiene tus rulos y tus orejas, incluso tiene las marcas de belleza como tú tienes." A beautiful laugh escaped her lips as she gently caressed the top of her head.
'Bu-bump, Bu-bump… Bu-bump, Bu-bump…. Bu-bu-bump, Bu-bump….'
The man chuckled painfully, "Si, y tiene tu nariz y boca… la forma de tus ojos también."
"Jeje, mi preciosa bebe…. La vas a cuidar con tu vida verdad, Ricardo. Ella y Luka son mis tesoros. Las pruebas de nuestro amor." Her mother pleaded to the man she assumed was her father from the way they seemed to treat each other. From the heartbreak in both their voices and actions.
'Bu-bump… Bu-bump…..Bu-bu-bump, Bu-bump…..Bu-bump…..Bu-bump…..'
"Ángela, te lo prometo. Te lo prometo amor." Her father said in pain.
"¡Gracias! Gracias Ricardo, por convertirme en una mama… la única cosa es que lamento no ser parte de su vida, pero yo siento que puedo morir en paz porque tú vas a estar aquí para ella." She could feel her face getting wet from her mother's tears as she spoke to the man…. Something was terribly wrong; she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.
'Bu-b-bu-bump… B-b-bu-bump….. Bu-bump….'
"Ricicardo… Su nombre es... Nicolasa, Nicolasa Candelaria Santos…." Her mother breathed out lovingly, "Mi preciosa Niki….. te amo…. Dale un abrazo y un bezo a mi Luka… dile que mama lo ama con toda de su corazón." She whispered in her ear before pressing a trembling kiss to her temple.
'Bu-b-b-bu-bu-bump….. Bu-b-bu-bump…Bu-bump…..Bu-bu-b-bump….'
"Ángela, gracias por entregarme este regalo precioso… gracias por casarse conmigo, por ser mi amante esposa y por darme una hermosa hija para amar…. Gracias por amarme. Ángela, te amo." Her father choked out as he shifted above her, she was positive that her new parents were kissing
'Bu-b-bu-b-bu-bump… Bu-bump….. Bu-b-bump….'
"Yo también… te amo Ricardo….." she breathed out tiredly as all the air seemed to leave from her chest, to -the newly named, not that she knew that just yet- Nicolasa's rising horror her mother's chest wasn't rising anymore.
'B-b-bump…. Bu-bump… Bu-bum….'
Silence.
Nicolasa screamed in horror, and a bit in grief, as her new mother passed away. Her sobbing father cradled her under his chin as he rocked her in his arms in comfort.
'What a horrible way to come into the world.' Nicolasa thought privately to herself, when she fell asleep that night after being bottle fed by her grief-stricken father as he brokenly hummed a lullaby to her.
It was peaceful, she could feel nothing. All the pain from the beating her dad and mom had given her when they were drunk had disappeared. She looked down at her lifeless body unflinchingly; she appeared to be some sort of ghost as she seemed to be floating gently in the air above her broken body.
Ah, so this was death.
'What a rip off.' Rosie thought, what was the point in killing herself if she was just going to be an eternal specter haunting the earth? 'Then again, the bible says that people who suicide go to hell… I guess this is better than that.' She huffed.
"Rosie." A voice said lovingly behind her, causing her eyes to widen in shock as joyful tears threatened to spill over her eyes.
Slowly Rosie turned around in disbelief, "Nana?" she asked hesitantly, looking at the floating specter behind her. She looked healthier, compared to the day that she'd passed away; her cheeks were rosy and her smile full and at peace. She was wearing a light yellow sundress that flowed angelically around her, cornflower blue eyes looked at her full of love and compassion.
"My darlin' baby girl," the old woman said choking up as she opened her arms wide, Rosie let the tears in her eyes spill over as she ran into the warm embrace of the only living person who had ever gave a damn about her, "Look at chu?" she said as her arms held her tight, "My sweet baby you've grown up beautifully." As she stroked her straight orange hair softly, before pulling back from her hug to look into Rosie's identical cornflower blue eyes.
"I missed chu." Rosie sobbed, "I was so 'lone."
Her sweet grandmother hugged her under her chin once more and rubbed her back comfortingly, "I know baby, I know. I've been watchin' over you this entire time."
~SEVEN MONTHS LATER~
Being a baby was incredibly boring, sure it had been entertaining at first learning how to speak Spanish, but even that lost its glamor after a while. She completely depended on her Papi for everything; diaper changes, eating, bathing, sleeping… even attempting to alleviate the boredom she constantly felt. The only reprieve she got was when she was asleep or when her Papi let Luka play with her, otherwise she was a bit of a gloomy baby.
Luka, as she found out shortly after arriving home, has her older brother by two years. The toddler was completely adorable (he had the cutest beauty marks on his face) and had taken to guarding her whenever there were visitors, as if he was afraid that someone was going to take her away from him. Sure sometimes he was a little rough with her, but she blamed that on the fact that toddlers were generally uncoordinated.
One interesting thing she had noted though, after her memory of what happened between her death and being reborn returned to her, was that magic was real. As in wizards and witches actually existed, they really rode on brooms and waved sticks around to do amazing deeds. Her dad, for instance, often used his magic to clean up after the messes she and Luka (mostly Luka, since the most she could do was barf and/or poop on him) made, he would use a charm to make all of their toys put themselves away and he even had a nifty spell that cleaned all of dishes. Most of her toys were animated and would 'play' with her when she reached out to them; Luka for example had this amazing toy dragon that could fly and 'breath fire' on the 'evil' knights trying to slay him.
When she had first noticed that her dad could perform magic she had, naturally, panicked. After all, magic didn't exist in her original world. The most magical thing about her universe, in her opinion at least, had been the internet.
"Goo' mornin' Niki!" Luka's high-pitched voice giggled above her, yawning she looked up into his loving greenish grey eyes and cooed back in greeting. His smile widened, the dimple on the left side of his face becoming more pronounced, as he used all of his strength to hop over the bars of the cradle and cuddle up into her side after kissing her temple. Nicolasa's pudgy hand lightly patted his chubby cheeks as she wiggled excitedly when he began to tickle her sides gently. His messy chin length straight red-brown hair was sticking up in funny directions as he laid back down beside her when he heard her small tummy rumbling. "Jeje, Niki! Are chu hun'gy? Let's call Papi… cry now!" he told her excitedly as they both began to cry together to get their dad running to the nursery.
"I'm up!" they heard his groggy voice shout as he ran to her bedroom, "There, there… don't cry." He said soothingly as picked her up with one arm and grabbed Luka with his free one. "I bet you guys are hungry right?" he asked them, "What do you want to eat for breakfast Luka?"
Luka rubbed his eyes before smiling into the crook of their dad's neck, "Eggs! An' bay-ken! tetero too!" he cheered.
Nicolasa giggled giddily in agreement as she flailed her arms excitedly, even though she knew that the only thing they would be giving her was the tetero (baby bottle/formula).
"Alright, eggs and bacon it is!" her Papi agreed as he smiled lovingly down at them.
"Yay!" Luka cheered happily as he threw his arms in the air.
~ONE MONTH LATER~
Teething hurt. But at least now she was eating solid foods again….
Nicolasa chewed vigorously on her teething ring as she lay contently on her belly on the play mat; Luka, as always, was sitting close by her as he watched contently as his toy dragon decimated the knights. Her Papi, at the moment, was in his study doing some paperwork.
She had finally realized what country she had reborn in, she was a Spaniard! In other words, she was in Europe! She had always wanted to visit Europe. In her past life she used to spend the majority of her time reading books about the amazing history that Europe held. It had been one of her dreams, before reality destroyed them, to go on a massive road trip that would take her all over Europe. Now Europe was in her back yard and the road trip would definitely be possible when she was older.
Giggling cutely as she flailed her legs behind her excitedly at the thought of going on a European road trip.
"Niki…." Luka came up and squatted in front of her a serious expression for once painting his face, "You're 'ike me right? You died an' come 'ere." he told her in hushed whisper.
Nicolasa's eyes widened in surprise and fear, her lower lip trembled as her baby instincts were screaming at her to cry. Silent tears began to cascade down her chubby cheeks startling Luka out of his reverie as he reached own gently and tried to wipe away the tears from her eyes.
"Don' cry Niki, I knewed fr'm da beg-gin… from da start. 'Cause you is like me…" he tried comforting her as he explained, "I was fr'm Japan, an' when I die- dey tol' me I was havin' a secon' chance an' dat I wasn goin' ta be da only one."
Nicolasa looked at him in shock as her mouth opened and closed, she pulled her brother closer to her and hugged him tightly, "Lu-Lu…" she whispered brokenly.
Luka hugged her firmly as he rubbed her head, "Don' worry nii-chan will protec' you…" he murmured soothingly in her ear, "Dey say you're jus' like me… so dat means you also kill you self too… now yous don' need ta w'rry 'cause I'm here now. Okay?"
Nicolasa nodded her head, still trying to process the fact that her seemingly older brother had also suicided and ended up as a baby, as she nervously as she bit her bottom lip, "Lu-Lu… lub me?" she asked tentatively trying to ask the toddler that she had grown to love over the last couple months if he still loved her despite the fact that she wasn't really a newborn baby, just like he wasn't really just a toddler either.
Luka pulled her away from where she had burrowed herself into his shirt and kissed her forehead lovingly, "Si, always! I love you Niki, I always protect you!" he promised seriously, before his eyes widened and a giant smile bloomed on his face, "You-you say your first words! An' it was me name!" he cheered excitedly as he stood up and did an adorable baby version of the 'victory dance' causing Nicolasa to burst out into peals of laughter, before she put her forefinger clumsily in front of her mouth.
"Lu-Lu, sec'et." She admonished him as she smiled widely, as he continued to dance and laugh.
'Despite the fact that I didn't want this second life…. I'm glad I have it…' Nicolasa thought as she stared at her beloved older brother lovingly as her Papi came into the living room to see what was so funny, 'I wouldn't trade Luka for the world..' her daddy grabbed Luka and twirled him around in the air as more shrieks of laughter filled the room, gigging joyfully she raised her arms in the air to be picked up too, 'Or Papi of course.' She thought as he lifted her gently up and rested her onto his hip before kissing the crown of her head lovingly.
"Okay guys, who's hungry?" he asked cheerfully.
"Me!" Luka chirped before speaking up for her, "Niki too!"
Yeah, she wouldn't trade this for the world. They weren't perfect, but they were hers.
After Rosie's sobs ceased her grandmother wiped away the stray tears and kissed her for head lovingly before she sighed sadly and grabbed her wrists gently, "Oh my sweet Rose, I know why you did what you've done… but my heart aches knowin' that your life was cut so short. You don't deserve this love. You were supposed to fall in love with a nice boy an' get married, have chil'ren an'-and just be happy." The old woman said mournfully as she rubbed her grandchild's skinny wrists.
Rosie looked at her arms blankly, she wasn't ashamed of cutting but she was sad that she'd hurt her grandmother so much, "Nana… I'm sorry." Making her grandmother's eyes snap back to look at her.
"Don't you say that child." She warned her finger wagging chastisingly at her, "I know you ain't 'sorry' at all. An' I don't blame you for that either. But I can only wish that you are able to find love an' happiness now…. You have to promise me that. Promise me that you'll find a love so b'utiful that the angels above well sing songs abou' it." She pleaded her desperately.
"Wh-what? Nana, what are you talkin' about?" Rosie asked confused out of her mind.
Her grandmother rubbed her arm comfortingly, "Oh my baby girl, it- it wasn' your time to go. You're getting' a secon' chance at life."
Rosie felt herself pale in fear, "No! No, I jus' wanna stay wit' you! I-I wanted to die for reason Nana, I don' need another chance at nuttin!"
"Sweetheart, you'll be goin' to a magical place, it'll be an entire different universe. There's wizards an' witches, wit' real magic spells and magical critters…" her grandmother gushed excitedly, "It'll be amazin'! I made sure tha' your new parents are lovin' people, they'll treasure you like my son and his wife were 'upposed to do."
Rosie blinked in confusion and fear of the unknown, "But Nana, I-I don' wanna be born again… I jus' wanna be free-Ow!" Rosie yelped as her Nana pinched her arm.
"Now you listen to me right now child! It wasn' easy for me to convince them tha' you deserve an explanation before you were reborn in an entirely different universe to have a better life than the one you were given! So don't you give me no lip!" she reprimanded her angrily.
"S'rry, Nana." Rosie whispered as she rubbed her arm.
Her grandmother nodded her head, "Goo'. Now listen to me real careful child, this is importan'. Yer secon' life ain't gonna be normal in th' sense tha' you'll be able ta see t'ings you'd never seen before. You'll see the deaths of people in a'vance, but only if their death ain't natural. They say that there will be triggers, learn'em an' use them to yer advantage. I know tha' you have more questions darlin' but it's time fer you ta go."
Rosie blinked rapidly, you couldn't just dump that kind of news on someone and expect them to be fine, "Nana! Wait, what do ya mean?" she asked her confused as the old woman began to push her into the direction of the window where a bright light shone beautifully, despite the fact that the sun had already set.
"Oh, bef're I forget. My sweet lil' flower, you need to 'member this: you are not 'lone." She told her sternly before she pushed her out the window.
"Wha-! Nana!" she screamed in fear as the warm light enveloped her ethereal body gently.
"Goo' luck baby girl." The old woman said lovingly as Rosie's vision turned black and she knew no more.
Translate:
"¡Está perdiendo mucho sangre!" "She's lousing too much blood!"
"¡Doctor! ¿Qué está pasando? ¡Que le va a pasar a mi esposa! ¿La bebe… como esta mi bebe?"" "Doctor! What is going on? What is going to happen to my wife! The baby… how is my baby?"
"La vámos a perder!" "We're gonna lose her!"
"¡Señor Santos! Tu esposa está perdiendo mucho sangre… no creo que vamos a poder salvarla." "Mr. Santos! Your wife is lousing too much blood…. We're not going to be able to save her."
"¡No! Porfabor no! ¡Tiene que haber algo que podemos hacer! ¡Te lo ruego!" "No! Please no! There has to be something that can be done! I beg you!"
"Ricardo. Sabiamos los riesgos. Porfabor, Ricardo, déjame ver mi bebe mientras tengo la fuerza." "Ricardo. We knew the risks. Please, Ricardo, let me see my baby while I still have the strength."
"Ángela… No sé si lo puedo hacer sin ti." "Angela… I don't know if I can do this without you."
"Mi bebe…" "My baby…"
"Felicitaciones Señora Santos, es una niña. Se ve muy sana también." "Congradulations Mrs. Santos, it's a girl. A very healthy baby too."
"Mi amor, se ve completamente preciosa. Tiene tus rulos y tus orejas, incluso tiene las marcas de belleza como tú tienes." "My love, she's completely precious. She has your curls and your ears, she even has beauty marks like you do."
"Si, y tiene tu nariz y boca… la forma de tus ojos también." "Yes, she also has your nose and mouth, even the shape of your eyes."
"Jeje, mi preciosa bebe…. La vas a cuidar con tu vida verdad, Ricardo? Ella y Luka son mis tesoros. Las pruebas de nuestro amor." "Hehe, my precious baby… You'll protect/care for her with your life right, Ricardo? She and Luka are my treasures. The proofs of our love."
"Ángela, te lo prometo. Te lo prometo amor." "Angela, I promise you. I promise you my love."
"¡Gracias! Gracias Ricardo, por convertirme en una mama…la única cosa es que lamento no ser parte de su vida, pero yo siento que puedo morir en paz porque tú vas a estar aquí para ella." "Thank you! Thank you Ricardo, for making me a mother… my only regret is not being able to be a part of her life, but I feel like I can die in peace because you will be here for her."
"Ricicardo… Su nombre es... Nicolasa, Nicolasa Candelaria Santos….Mi preciosa Niki….. te amo. Dale un abrazo y un bezo a mi Luka… dile que mama le ama con toda de su corazón." "Ricardo… Her name is…. Nicolasa, Nicoloasa Candelaria Santos…. My precios Niki….. I love you. Give a hug and Kiss to my Luka… tell him that mama loves him with all of her heart."
"Ángela, gracias por entregarme este regalo precioso… gracias por casarse conmigo, por ser mi amante esposa y por darme una hermosa hija para amar…. Gracias por amarme. Ángela, te amo." "Angela, thank you for gracing me with this precious gift… thank you for marrying me, for being my loving wife and for giving me a beautiful daughter to love… Thank you for loving me. Angela, I love you."
"Yo también… te amo Ricardo….." "Me too…. I love you Ricardo…."
Author's Note:
Well here I am… writing another fanfic when I still haven't updated two of my other fics. Please don't kill me. If anyone out there is reading my One Piece fanfic I just updated it today so feel free to go check that out. If anyone is reading my OHSHC fanfic, I am slowly editing the story (I did chapter 2 yesterday) as the writing in my opinion was shitty and all over the place… once I'm done editing I might start regularly updating it as well… We'll see what happens. As for those of you who are fans of my Naruto Fanfic… please have patience with me, I'll see if I can update it within the next week or so. For all of those who are new to reading my stories, WELCOME! I don't update regularly but I usually post a new chapter every two months (I know it's a loooong waiting period), but even if it takes a while for me update I promise I will never, and I mean never, abandon a story.
One interesting fact about this story is that the first part of it was inspired by a short story I had to write in my creative writing class about a girl who commits suicide. If anyone is interested in reading it let me know and I may post it online as an original work.
Warning:
This story is going to be a bit more triggering and dark than my other fics because of the subject matter revolving around death, depression, self-worth issues, suicide, etc. If anyone out there is suffering from depression or having suicidal thoughts, this story may not be for you. And that's okay. I wrote this during a very dark period in my life. I had a note written and everything, but I got the help I needed and here I am a year later posting this. If anyone reading this needs someone to talk to or hash out their feelings with, feel free to message me. Writing this fic was extremely therapeutic for me and I hope that it can touch/impact other people as it has to me.
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