A/N: Teaser for a new Bunny fic. Let me know what you think!
Ok.
So, maybe I knew Butters had been having some problems.
And maybe I was the only one.
Probably I was.
I don't think anyone else really gave any thought to him. Not any serious thought anyway.
The last few months had been rough for Butters.
And we'd become pretty close.
He had come to visit me often, slipping in through my bedroom window. The same weak excuses, same sullen expression, messed up hair, sometimes bruised and bleeding, at all hours of the night.
I didn't' t mind really. I bandaged him up, offered him a drink and, one time, held him while he cried. But we never really talked.
I understood. Some things are just too hard to talk about.
That doesn't mean I didn't try everything I knew of to help.
I never stopped being there for him.
I guess it just wasn't enough.
Because recently he become even more withdrawn and it was impossible to get him to even look at me.
So, when I found him in his bedroom, blood everywhere well, I can't honestly say I never saw it coming.
I had been too late. Just a few minutes earlier and…it could have made all the difference.
I stood over him, my face blocking the green-blue eyes, frozen in an upward stare.
All suicides go to Hell.
I wish I could tell you there's a deeper meaning for that.
But there isn't.
I've died enough times to know a few things about Heaven and Hell and the simple truth is that's just the deal they made. God and Satan. When you're at war like those two, there has to be rules. Boundaries are important and lines have to be drawn. So that's their arrangement, one of the few hard and fast rules – You bow out early, You go to Hell.