Chapter 1-Confidence in a Life

I leaned back in my seat, feeling half-dead from lack of sleep. I was dead tired, honestly. I had been staying up much too late, watching One Piece and reading the manga over and over again. I had to quit this annoying addiction to the thing.

It was hilarious, I have to admit, but it was just too much! My life has been going downwards because of it as well. My friends thought I was weird, so I quit bringing the manga to school, and then the sophomores began calling me "nerd girl" and making cruel comments about how stupid the whole series was.

I even got into a fight because one of the older girls tried to push me down a flight of stairs, probably thinking that one of the many books I carried was a One Piece manga. I ended up falling down the stairs in the end anyway, but that bitch was at least suspended for an entirety of 2 months. All I ended up with was a broken wrist- okay, it was really painful since my reflexes got in the way and I decided to avoid more damage... I'll shut up now.

I just ramble on way too often, don't I?

Brushing an annoying strand of thick, wavy dark-brown hair out of my face, I leaned back forwards again just as the bell signaling the last period sounded. I love the 8th period, 'cause that means I'm finally free.

Ignoring the ridiculing stares coming from the rest of the students, I continued to walk through the thick crowd of students. My right wrist was in a cast unfortunately since the 'accident,' so I just used my other hand to open the combination on my lock. It was difficult, but I managed.

I then turned around a saw the back of that bitches friend's head. Her gorgeous blond curls bobbing as her annoying laugh rang through my mind, towing unpleasant memories with it. She was apparently texting a friend of hers.

I growled softly, suddenly having a powerful urge to shove her down the flight of stairs that were only ten feet away.

I stomped on that urge, slinking away from the damn blond instead. Her hair color wasn't even real, especially those red "hoe-lights," as I like to call them. I left the school as quickly as possible once I retrieved my black hoodie from my locker, along with my Ipod and three volumes of the One Piece manga.

Okay, am kind of a nerd about it. But the stuff is too awesome for me to ignore.

I pulled on my hoodie and zipped it up halfway, stuffing my Ipod in my pocket as I walked down the steps leading to my freedom. I really cursed high school every day. Not because of the homework and all, but because of the students. I don't even know where my friends went. Walking across the school yard, I saw my happy little bundle of friends standing there- with a different girl laughing with them. I stopped in shock.

Had they replaced me? Had they really replaced me?

My mind began to brim with millions of the same question before one of my friends looked up. It was Mike. I turned on my heel and shot across the school yard at the sight of his smile. It seemed to taunt me how nobody else knew how I felt.

I heard my name being shouted, but I ignored it and kept running, not even stopping to take a breath. Why would I even need breath now? Maybe I could make it easier for myself if I just went away?

When everything slowed down, I found that I had actually stopped in front of the lake, only a couple inches away from stepping off of the cement dock and drowning myself in the gray waters. Maybe I could kill myself right now, yes! That could be the result to all of my problems.

Hah, dying with my Ipod, favorite jacket, and three of my manga sounded like fun, it's like a pharoah being buried. I looked down at the waters before me, wondering how long it'd take for my body to be found. The water lapped up at the edge of the dock, almost as if the tips of the waves were hands. They wanted me to fall in, pull me under and rid me of my breath.

I tightened the straps on my bagpack, knowing that the weight of my school books would help drag me under quicker. I couldn't allow myself to struggle as I sank, otherwise I might attract attention to myself. Speaking of that...

I looking around.

All of the lakeside shops and restaurants were closed. Nobody was in sight, since it was supposed to be a rainy day, and to top it off it was freezing.

That's good, actually.

I'd die quicker since it's cold.

I stepped a little closer to the high-up edge, looking down to see the reflection of a girl who used to smile- a lot. Even my lips were always slightly curved at the corners. I was born as a happy, laughing child. I rarely cried when I was little.

My blue eyes, now pale-looking and lacking the life they once had, stared back at me, accompanying my now pale complexion. My waist-length, thick, wavy dark hair made my features look delicate. I was always told that I didn't need makeup, even though I used a little bit of blush now to make myself look like I was healthy.

My chest as just the average B-cup, normal for a still-growing high school girl. My black jacket had long sleeves that nearly went down to my fingertips. The pair of navy-blue jeans I wore were coupled with a pair of black, lace-up boots I got for my birthday. They were my favorite since they lasted for such a long time.

I brushed my hair a little with my fingers, and prepared to sink myself, become a part of the lake.

And so a I weakened my knees a little and leaned forwards, felling gravity doing the rest.

The moment I felt myself hit the water, it didn't hurt at all in the way my body made impact. It seemed like even the waters had accepted my choice, and made my death gentler for me. I felt myself begin to sink, the thinner threads of water twisting into my hair and the fabric of my clothes.

For some funny reason, I thought as I felt my life being pulled away from me...

I never was a happy girl in the first place. I didn't know what my real happiness was.

What is a laugh?

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Wahhhhh! I made myself cry when she was planning on committing suicide. I wouldn't know how a person would feel if they wanted to die, but I put myself in their shoes and tried my best. The next chapter might involve actually involve- I NO TELL U XD

Well, this is my first fanfic! I hope it gets popular over time. I'm telling you, WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH.

I might update again today. Excuse me for any mistakes, or if this thing just sucks.

Ciao~