All right, this is my second Community fic. It's quite dark. I never did anything like this before so I thought I'd give it my best shot. I'm a major Britta/Jeff fan. I hate the Jeff/Annie pairing. It's just gross. (I would never date someone old enough to be my dad.) *Shudders* And there is not enough Jeff and Britta fanfictions. (What the hey!) Anyway, go team Britta! And go team Jacob.
Diclaimer: I don't own a thing. Not Sterling Knight. Not John Krasinski. Not Jole Mchale, either. Wah!
I watch them kiss. I watch them be happy. I sit here, crying. I make up lies as to why I'm crying. But they can't see. They won't see the true reason. All of them, laughing. Meanwhile, I sob myself to sleep. I cry everyday. Every night. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. But they're too stupid. They don't care, either.
I walk into the study room. Now I look well enough that I'm not a sobbing mess.
"So when's the due date?" asks Shirley.
Due date? They're having—dare I say it—a baby?
"Who's due?" I ask.
"Britta," says Abed. "She's having a baby."
I can't breath. I can't speak. And when I finally do, it doesn't sound like my voice at all. "You—you're having a baby?" I ask.
"Yes," Britta says, smiling. "Oh, and thank you, Abed. We wanted you to tell the news."
"Should I say, 'You're welcome,' or was that sarcasm?" asks Abed.
"It was sarcasm," Jeff states.
"Oh. Well, I guess I'm better then Pierce."
"Did you say my name?" asks Pierce.
I sit down. I don't want to hear anymore. I look down at the table. I see old names craved into the table. Jessie hearts Jamie and Caitlyn waz here. I want to write: Annie loves Jeff. But I can't. And I'll never be able too. I lost my chance. It came and went. I guess I was too young for him. I can be awfully immature. I can't take insults like Britta can. I need people. She doesn't. She's independent. I'm dependent. And I need Jeff. But, like I said, it is too late. He'll never take me. I'll never be his. I'll never be good enough.
"Oh, Annie, did you hear Brittles is knocked up? The baby will be a bastard just like his father." He cackles at his own joke.
"Yes, very funny, Pierce," says Jeff. He looks so embarrassed and bashful.
I knew that had a double meaning to it.
"Um, you know, I need some water," I say, running out of the study room. I can't take it anymore. First Troy. And then Vaughn. And now Jeff. My heart is breaking into tiny pieces. I'm at my breaking point. I'm nearly dead. I want to be dead.
And that's when it hits me.
I can't take this anymore. I can't live this life that is a façade. I open my bag to find the pair of sharp scissors. I take them out and cut my wrist. I cut both wrists until I'm bleeding. It hurts. I watch the blood come gushing out. I slowly start to lose my train of thought.
And then everything goes black.
*I*I*I*
When the study group got the news, they were heartbroken. They didn't know why. She looked so happy. But that was just part of the façade. The invisible wall she put up to hide her true feelings.
Jeff would never know Annie's feelings. Annie wouldn't know that nine months later, in honor of their deceased friend, Britta and Jeff would name their daughter Annie.
She would never know that she was loved. She would never know anything more since she took her life. She was gone forever.
It kind of sucked, but I tried my best at something sad. I never cut my wrists or plan on doing it anytime soon...so yeah. I didn't know how to write that.
Anyway, just leave me a review and tell me how you liked it. (Don't flame me!)
