Note: This is not exactly linked to the story of DDLC. It's just a fanfiction that includes DDLC characters, just so that imagining the characters would be MUCH easier. Apart from that, I do not own DDLC is anyway way or form. Just a friendly fanfictioner writing stories to entertain myself. (OwO) BTW this is a fanfiction, and is not based on any IRL things, so don't get worried XD. P.S. I am NOT 18.
I am 18. I am a grown man. And I have depression. I don't show it, but every night, I lay in bed and cry myself to sleep. Sometimes, I don't even cry, I just lie there and let depression overtake me. I have no one. My parents died when I was very young. I was taken in by my grandparents, and they raised me till I was 15, when they passed away too. I lived at my friend's place for 3 years, before my rich uncle decided to help me out a bit. He gave me a house, all by myself. He paid for my expenses, school fees and everything. Yet I still felt lonely and oppressed. In the schools I attended, everyone picked on me. For being an orphan. For living alone. What's wrong with that? I never knew. I suffered hate, malice, harm, and even physical pain. In every school, there was a main bully. And I was always the main target. I had no friends, not since College. I was once a straight A student, but I was flunking every test ever since the bullying started. I had no support. The only euphoria I will ever get is from writing. And I have written a lot. At least 6 full stories on an online writing platform already. Only there, would people give positive feedback, say nice things to me, and not be a toxic piece of shit. It was the only safe haven, getting back from school and just reading the comments gave me happiness. I only want for the bullying to stop, but it just gets worse day by day. Just last week, I was in the hospital because a retard stabbed me. THAT is the extent of my situation right now. Even the comments do nothing anymore. I see them and just think, How can they ever be so positive? Life is a curse, I have always thought. I had planned to commit suicide many number of times, but I never had the will or courage. But now, death really does not seem like a bad option…
A school day. I hated school days. I had to get up early. Why am I even pushing myself? Because I don't want to arouse suspicion. I avoided suspicion to the best of my efforts. I ate enough to maintain an acceptable body. I did not skip school. I don't think anyone would give a fuck, but better to be safe. I don't want any other assholes poking into my life.
Like I have a life.
The moment I entered the school compound, three guys walked up, Mark being the main guy. "Hah, its loner boy! What were you doing last night huh? Crying?" I ignored them. I have developed a steel wall. I was practically immune to these verbal attacks. I pushed past them. A hand grabbed my bag and jerked me backwards. I groaned internally. It never changes. My bruises from yesterday haven't even healed yet…
"Where do you think you're going, jerkwad?" The right wing of mark, Dan. I call him Dickhead #2, internally. #1 would be Mark. "Yeah, we're trying to have a conversation here, what's the big deal?" That was Ron, Dickhead #3. The surrounding students backed up. They knew how it would end, with me on the floor bloody as hell, and the gang strolling away. Mark grabbed me by my collar. "C'mon man, speak." I stayed silent. "If you're not going to talk to me, then talk with my FIST." I felt my nose crack. That hit hard. Tears welled up. I felt blood. "Oh look, loner boner is crying! Boohoo!" He mocked. I continued staring right into his eyes. But just before he could land another punch, a shout got everyone's attention. "Cut it off!" And here comes the almighty school student president to 'save the day'. "This is a friggin hallway for Christ sake, be more civilized damn it!" Monika walked up. Mark grunted. He had no power what so ever against Monika. The moment he defies her, he was basically guaranteed a spot in detention. I was dropped, and tumbled onto the ground. "Fine." He grumbled. "But the next time I see you…" he laughed as he walked away, the other two Dickheads followed suit. "Are you ok?" Monika knelt beside me. I just grunted and stood up, wiping blood from my nose. "You should go see the nurs—" I stood up and walked away, no words at all. "Hey, you are hurt!" I continued walking, head down. I left a shocked and concerned Monika behind with a bunch of bloodstains on the floor. Monika may be student president, but she still has no idea about what I went through. Better that way.
I got home safely. Other than the morning incident, nothing else happened. That was lucky. I could rarely step out of the school without bumping into the Dickheads first. I looked through the fridge. Really? No food? Guess I'll have to go shopping… I hated this almost as much as going to school. Crowds make me uncomfortable. But I have to survive… for now, at least. I may end it when I finish my latest story. Funny how I am taking death so casually. I got some money and my shopping list. Enough things to last me 2 weeks max. I headed out. Despite my hate for crowds, I have learnt to stay closer to them. The last thing I'd want is to have the Dickheads show up in a back alley and fuck me over. The trip to the main road, however, is quite quiet. I have to be cautious here. I walked along with my supplies. That was when I heard the scream. I dismissed it at first. Another idiot playing horror games. Then it came again. It sounded more like a muffled 'help me'. I went on full alert. The fuck? It came from my right. I ran there. The screaming was louder, clearer. I peeked the corner. And there, I saw a grown ass man with tattoos and shit, tying Monika up. Monika? Ok WHAT the FUCK? I wanted to help. Depressed does not mean uncaring. He was clearly not robbing her, that I could tell. He had a gun. Go figure, 'Murica. He pointed it at her. "Now listen here young lady, you are going to obey me, understand? Now shut up! Someone might hear!" I dialed the police. "Don't worry, this won't hurt. It will just be a bit uncomfortable, heh heh heh." Monika screamed through the muffle. I gave the police my location. He reached down. SHIT. I hung up. His back was against me. I crept up. His hands were tracing up her thighs. Monika noticed me. I pounced. "What the—" I held his arms from the back. "Hey, get off me! I'll shoot!" Shoot then! At least I would die knowing I did something honourable. I didn't let go. A foot on the ground, I started kicking his nuts. "NO WHAT ARE YOU—OW." He threw me to the ground. I hit my head hard. Monika was screaming. Police sirens could be heard. "Heh kid, you surely disrupted my plans. She looked delicious… gotta clean up. Eliminate witnesses, ya know? Starting with the girl…" he pointed the gun at Monika. I shot up. I ran forward. Pushed her out of the way. He shot. Hot fluid flowed from my stomach, and the last thing I saw was Monika's horrified face and the guy running off before I blacked out…
