Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters mentioned in this non-profit Non-copyright infringement..-ing fic. If I did...Hunter and Dustin would be in my closet.
Author's Note: I didn't write this to tick anyone off so climb over it. I wrote this because I've been through that 'emo/suicidal/whatever' phase, everyone will sooner or later. I'm just glad it's behind me. Anyway, my mom got me ticked off and this was the result. Maybe I wrote this through me...the more I read it the more it seems like that. Well...hopefully you like the end idea rather than the content itself .enjoi
He was a screw up. He knew that. It wasn't new. He knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, whatever that meant, and he knew he wasn't the strongest either. Cam had the brains, Shane had the leadership skill, Tori was the glue that kept them together, Blake was the best at motocross, Hunter was the strongest and he...he was...he was Dustin.
The earth ninja slammed his back against a large oak tree and he sighed, allowing his knees to give. He's slid down the bark till he hit the forest floor and he sighed, ignoring the sting on his lower back where his shirt lifted and the tree scratched him. Shane, Tori, Sensei and/or Cam coming down on him at the same time was okay, they've all been mad at him before but when Blake and Hunter were mad at him to, that's when he knew it was bad. They hardly knew him and they knew he was useless.
Times like these he wondered. He could just leave, leave Blue Bay and they'll all be better off. They could always get a new yellow ranger, one that was smarter, with more drive, more reliable, better and stronger. They could do better then him. The earth ninja clenched his eyes together when the bridge of his nose started stinging, when he opened them again the forest was blurry. He wiped his eyes clear with the back of his hands and leaned his head back against the hard wood.
Suicide. That wasn't a word he thought of very often but when he did, he seriously thought about it. If he was gone, Cam would have to worry about dumbing things down, Shane wouldn't have to worry about him not fully committing, Tori about keeping him in check, Blake and Hunter about helping him shave seconds off his lap time. Everything would be better if he was gone. A fait smile passed his lips as the splinters in his back gave stinging warmth.
Suicide. That wasn't a word he thought of very often but when he did, he seriously thought about it. If he was gone, Cam would have no one to ask small pointless questions, Shane wouldn't have a go to guy, Tori wouldn't have a wingman, Blake and Hunter wouldn't have anyone to help. The one thing though that they would all miss out on is a great friend and loads of laughs. No matter how many times he said or did something stupid, he knew his friends still loved him and they would never leave him or turn their backs, even if he did some pretty stupid things.
"Hey, I told Tori you were gonna need a few more seconds," Shane chuckled and rubbed his brow like he was embarrassed, "At least fifteen"
"Whatever Shane! Six minutes and twenty-four seconds is enough time" Tori protested as she nudged his arm.
"Last time it was five minutes" Cam pointed out.
"Yeah? Well, I just could believe they had your bounce back time down to the second man" Blake nodded as he crossed his arms.
"No worries bro, c'mon" The crimson ninja held out his hand for Dustin, the earth ninja smiled up to him as he took the offered hand and got to his feet. This was why every time he even considered suicide; he never went through with it. He remembered all the good times he shared with his friends and even thing they had been through together. That's why he'd never kill himself...plus, he'd hurt them a lot more than himself. He couldn't do that. Not to his best friends.