Crack crack crack.

You are lost.

Crack snap crack.

You wander the dimly lit halls, singing to yourself softly.

Crackle snap crack.

There's a fire, burning and growing, in your head.

Snap scream crack.

Your memories, your emotions, your life. Eaten away, crumbling to ash beneath the flames.

Woosh. Crackle. Snap snap snap.

Your fingers trace the lockers to your left, catching on the sharp edges, becoming bloody.

Heat. Bright. Loud.

You remember why you're here. You pause by the door to your fifth period, tracing the familiar metal handle with your bloody fingertips. The washed out purple paint is chipping around the edges of the door, giving small windows to the drab blue underneath. The cold scent of the school swells in your nose, inducing a trickle of anxiety. You bat the feeling away without a thought.

Crackle. Pop. Snap.

Under your thick sweater rests warm metal, and your fingers curl around the familiar handle. Ivory coated. Dark grey, polished metal.

Screams. Crackle. Fwoosh.

You pull the door open and step inside, quietly humming to yourself. Heads turn at your entrance but you only have eyes for a pair of black eyes staring in cruel amusement.

Crack crack crack. It burns brighter.

The loud, mocking voice of your teacher floats through the air towards you, but you only cock your head at him in curiosity.

Snap snap snap.

You feel warm, comfortable even as you slide the beauty out of your sweater. Your favorite gun.

Woosh woosh crack.

No one has laughing eyes now. It's loud, someone is yelling. You simply smile.

Crack crack crack.

The gun doesn't feel warm when you press it to your temple. It's cold. You shiver.

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

Black eyes stare in fear and shock. You wonder why. Everyone here has told you to kill yourself many times, with chuckling smiles. You're the demon of this school after all, they should be happy you're finally doing it.

Crackle. Pop. Snap.

You murmur a quiet goodbye. You tighten your finger. Pain.

Crackle. Fwoosh. Silence.