Prolouge
He shoved though the hallways, avoiding the shoulders and backpacks of other students. Roxas felt rather indifferent at the moment. Some of him felt excited; he was finally going to be free, let go of all of this pain. On the other hand, he felt nervous.
Would if someone found him? Would if some freak incident happens and he isn't the one that gets hurt? He sighed, walking right past the lunch room. He could do it in there, but then blood might get on someones clothes, and he doubted people wanted his brains splattered into their meatloaf surprise or whatever.
He was almost to his destination when he was stopped by a large group of people. They were all in his grade; some of them even in the class he just had. They grinned smugly.
"Oh, where do you think you're going, huh?" The leader, asked. He rolled his eyes.
"Can't you guys just leave me alone today?" He asked, trying to make his way to the bathroom in front of him.
"Oh, no." The bulk of the team grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back into the middle. They were not circled around him. "What, you going to go ditch lunch to cry in the bathroom?" They all laughed. His backpack was thrown to the side. You'd think he'd be use to them by now and try to avoid them. They were just another reason. They threw him around, puches and hits thrown. The slaps don't hurt anymore, the words are nothing. It will all be nothing soon. After a few more insults and a few bruises, they threw him onto a locker and walked away.
He grabbed his bag and began walking, but stopped. He turned.
"Hey!" He yelled over. A few turned, then the rest of the group did the same. "Just remember..." He started. "You are going to regret all of this." He said. They answered with laughs, middle fingers, and backs turned. He shook his head and turned back to go walk into the vacant bathroom. He wanted to scream, but kept in so no one finds him. Instead, he punched the wall a few times. What the fuck did he do to make them hate him? He felt anger building and building until he was about to explode.
He reached into his backpack and searched until he found cool metal against his skin. Roxas took it out and eyed it with lust. He was going to do it. This was the final time he'd ever have to go through this shit ever again...
He placed the gun shakily against his temple and wrapped his finger around the trigger. He felt his heart's last beats thump quickly in his chest. He could have swore it would have jumped out if his ribcage wasn't in place. Adrenaline rushed through his whole entire body. The world rocked and spun in his head.
This is it. He thought. I'm going to be dead in twenty seconds. All of this shit...I'm tired of it. I can't run from them, I can't do this anymore. Fuck you, He squeezed his eyes shut, becoming dizzy. His heart roared inside his ears. His mind begged him to stop, his heart screamed to do it already. He heard a door slam open, but it sounded quiet and far away. His head was splitting with pain, and he felt himself drop to the cold tiles.
And then, everything went black.
Goodb-.
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There was the the little beginning before the beginning. Heh.
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