Jaune couldn't take it anymore. All the names, the looks, the weakness. The bullying, the teasing, the being left alone. He didn't know what was the worse anymore. All he knew was that it hurt. And he wanted it to stop. With that final thought, he drew his sword from his sheath. He spent a couple of minutes looking at it before he sheathed it again. Right into his stomach. With tears in his eyes, he let out a sigh of regret before crumpling to the roof. After all, he was just a speck of dust compared to the universe, right? That's how they found him the next day.
AN: As stereotypical as this note will be, it is true. This is my first fanfic, so I would appreciate some feedback. However, please try to refrain from open flames. I could deal with being a little toasty, as long as it is for the sake of helping, not hurting.