A/N Sorry I haven't updated anything else, but I wanted to write a rather darker story than any of my others, I just watched Cry play Corpse Party and I'm feeling rather morbid. WARNING: Character Deaths. So many character deaths...
It had been a week since it had happened. I can't say I expected it, but what would I have known? It's not like I ever knew her very well, which is something I've come to regret. Maybe, just maybe, if I had befriended her, and gotten rid of that sad look that always seemed to fill her eyes, she would't have done it. And I wouldn't have found her lifeless body hanging from a thin rope in the back of the library, where no ever went unless they wanted to get it on in school without being caught.
But what caused you to do it? What possibly could have compelled you to kill yourself. Was it because you were new to this school? Did no one befriend you? I just wish to know why. To know if I should blame myself. So tell me.
Why, Mayu?
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The first day after Mayu had killed herself was the worst.
There were so many reporters, so many people asking questions about where I found the body, what it looked like, how scared had I been. I never answered any of them, too paralyzed to talk. Finding a dead body does that to a person.
But their constant questions hurt, I wished so hard that I could forget everything that I'd seen. The dull, cloudy, unseeing eyes that stared forward into oblivion. The swinging of the rope that continued to tighten around her neck, as if it didn't think she was dead yet. But the most terrifying of all was the grin that was permanently plastered on her face. The grin that showed she was happy to die, and leave this world. If my friends hadn't been there, I may have lost it completely.
That first day, was the worst.
The worst.
The worst.
But the second wasn't much better. My parents forced me to go to school, in a vain attempt to get me back on a normal schedule thinking it would help me return to being me.
The faces of the other teenagers killed me. Their eyes filled with false pity, when in reality I knew that they were all thinking 'Better him to find a dead girl than me.'
It angered me. Oh how it angered me.
Even my friends did it.
The sad look I got from Kaito in first period, the one from Rin and Luka in third, and all the 'comforting' words and hugs from the rest of them at lunch. They all made me want to puke.
Why were they pitying me rather than Mayu? She died, I didn't.
Why did no one seem to care about her, only me?
After those two days, it was like nothing had ever happened in the first place. Her family moved away to escape from the new, morbid memories that resided in this town. I didn't blame them. No one in school ever talked about her, not out of fear, but because no one cared enough about her to. No one seemed to remember her.
No one but me.
But slowly, ever so slowly, my friends distracted me with small conversation on things like baseball games they'd won, new video games that came out, mangas I should read. And I pushed her memory into the back of my mind.
I regret it.
I regret it.
I regret it.
So many people have died.
I regret it all.
It all started on June 17th. Thirteen days.
The thirteenth day anniversary of Mayu's death.