AN: hello my dears, yes, it's me again :)

Today it's no fluffyness... today, it's a serious story with a very serious subject.

From my own personal experience, I know how cruel people can be to others. So cruel, that sometimes their victims are pushed over an egde...

One that they cannot return from.

I was lucky, I am still around, I made a different choice in life.

Detailed discribtion of a suicide attempt. Yes it still happens out there. I know it does and we can't do anything about it if we turn our heads and back to the people that need help.

Sorry for the ranting my readers...

*salutes and bows*

Korrasami Drabbles Part 8

Don't bury me,

Don't let me down.

Don't say it's over,

Because that would send me under.

Underneath the ground,

Don't say those words.

I wanna live but your words can murder,

Only you can send me under, under, under…

Korra listened to the words of the song as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror. Her hands rested on the sink as she examined her own face. She had received more punches today. The bruises and black eye were clear proof of that. She closed her eyes, tears slid down her damaged face. The memories of earlier today forced their way to the surface of her memory pool.

"Fucking dyke!"

"Freak!"

Each insult had been followed by a kick or a punch. Korra winced in pain when she tried to stand up straight. She had received several kicks against her ribs today. Her arms were wrapped around her chest as she slid down onto the floor.

Everything was hurting. Every inch of her body was soaring in pain. Korra buried her face in her hands. She was trembling. Not from fear, but from loneliness and heartache.

She had been cornered near the lockers. They took turns in hitting or kicking her. Sometimes she was pinned against the wall while another would go rampage on her abdomen and ribcage. Korra tried to fight back but there had been to many. So many of them…

Her sapphires had looked around at the people that stood there. Those that passed by but turned their head, pretending they hadn't seen anything. She had cried out for help more then once.

No one came. No one helped.

Strong arms held her when she passed by. Asami Sato. The black haired beauty looked at her with fearful eyes. Those green orbs locked with ocean blue and all Korra felt was sadness. "Asami…" she whispered. The person that was beating her stopped, he had actually heard what the Southerner had whispered. His head turned and grinned at the heiress.

"Look Korra! There's your crush! You think someone like her would get involved with a freak like you!?" they all laughed at her and another punch hit her.

"Why don't you do us all a favor and just kill yourself!"

Korra's breath was caught in her throat, Asami didn't know about the Southerner's love for her. She had never imagined that the vixen would find out like this. Or at all.

Out of the blue, Korra had mustered the strength to escape the situation and run. Run as fast as she could. Run away from those eyes that had looked at her in a way Korra had never thought possible.

She was afraid…

She had no idea how she managed it, but somehow she had ran all the way to her apartment. She was panting as she made her way up the stairs.

And now she was here. Sitting on the floor of her bathroom. Clenching her ribs with both arms in the hope they'd stop hurting. She prayed to whatever gods were out there that the pain would stop. Her heart was beating so fast and her eyes looked up to the medicine cabinet. She couldn't stop the shaking of her limbs as she slowly got up and took the few steps towards the small cabinet.

She opened the cabinet's door and looked through it's contents. Tooth brush. Tooth paste. Her hand shuffled through the smaller items but she eventually found a small jar of pills. They were a left over from her insomnia problem a while back. She removed the lid and checked the contents. I hope that will do… I'm sure I have some alcohol left…

She closed the cabinet with the jar in her hand and walked to her kitchen. Korra grabbed a bottle of Southern vodka and placed it on the small coffee table near her couch. She walked to her bedroom and came back with a notepad and a pen. She settled on the couch and started to write. Every so often she took a chug from the bottle of vodka. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to write. She sobbed silently as she pen smoothly slid over the paper. Creating words and sentences that Korra couldn't read herself because of her tears.

Finally she was done, after the bottle was already half empty, she grabbed the small jar and emptied the contents on her open hand. She brought it to her open mouth. Her hand was shaking. Is this the right decision…? She wondered, the image of a fearful Asami rushed back into her alcohol clouded brain. Her eyes shot open in horror from the short memory and quickly she put all the pills in her mouth, brought the bottle back to her lips and swallowed everything in one go.

She leaned back against her couch. Her head hung slightly over the backrest of the couch. Everything was spinning.

Soon…

She swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly rose to her feet after she had sat there for about an hour or so. This is taking too long… she wobbled back into her kitchen and, with quite some trouble, opened the drawer where she kept all the kitchen knifes.

She let her fingertips slide over the cool blades. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Pills can fail… she thought and without hesitation, she grabbed a short but sharp knife and moved back to the couch. She looked at the knife in her hand. Her thumb rubbed the wooden hilt before she brought the blade to her wrist. The cold metal touched her skin and she shivered. With her eyes closed, she dug the tip into her flesh. She let out a chocked cry but the pain wouldn't stop her. This was temperately. After this, it would be all over, and so she continued.

She moved the knife up and sliced open her own skin while doing so. Halfway up she stopped. Blood oozed from the deep wound and she gritted her teeth.

Soon… it will be all over soon.

With the hand of her healthy arm, she grabbed the bottle that stood beside her. She trembled violently and spilled some of the liquid over herself when she tried to drink. She managed to empty it and tossed the bottle aside. Korra licked her lips and held onto the knife as best she could with the hand of her injured arm. She brought the tip to her other wrist and repeated the motion she had done before.

Blood seeped from both her arms now. One of them hung over the arm rest, blood dripped down on the wooden floor. The other laid next her and a stain started to show on the blue fabric.

The Southerner had trouble to remain conscious at this point. The alcohol and drugs in her system finally started to do their job properly and the pain from her self inflicted wounds became too much to bear. Her eyes slowly rolled up and seemed to disappear in her skull.

Soon…

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway in a hurried pace. Asami had made her way all the way up where Korra lived. I'm such an idiot… she thought as she stood before the door. She bit her lower lip anxiously. No, not an idiot… a coward… a big ass fucking coward. She needed me! She sighed in frustration. She remembered what that guy in the hallway had said.

"Look Korra! There's your crush"

She shook her head. There's no way… I would've noticed if she… if she felt the same. Right? How would I have missed it? She brought her hand to the door, ready to knock. What if she doesn't want to see me…? She swallowed hard. I need to tell her how I feel… I need to stop hiding who I am… she came to school today… even though she knew what would happen… she felt her heart clench in her chest. She's much braver then I am… she let out a deep sigh, knocked on the door and waited.

A minute passed and Asami heard nothing. She knocked again and waited. She heard nothing once again. She frowned and placed an ear against the door. She clearly heard music coming from the other side. She moved a bit to the side and looked through the small window next the door.

Her face was not even an inch away from the glass as she peeked inside. She saw the back of Korra's head just above the couch. A hand that hung loosely over the armrest and some objects scattered around. She narrowed her eyes and focused more on Korra's hand. Something dripped from her hand down onto the floor.

Asami gasped when she realized the object that laid next the couch.

"A knife?! Korra! KORRA OPEN THE DOOR!" she started to slam her hands on the door as panic took hold onto her heart. No time…! No time! She used her elbow to break the window and opened the door from the inside and rushed inside.

She stood before her friend, breath caught in her throat and the blood in her veins seemed to have turned to ice.

Korra laid perfectly still. The white of her eyes visible and the tanned skin of her face was extremely pale.

Asami moved quick. She removed the shoelaces from her leather boots and wrapped them with trembling hands around Korra's arm, just below her elbow. Afterwards, she grabbed her phone and called for emergency services. Tears streamed down her face when the person on the other side of the phone asked her to check Korra's pulse.

She brought her hand to Korra's neck and with two fingers she tried to find any sign of life. She felt it. Faint. But it was there.

Asami was begging Korra to stay alive, knowing full well she couldn't hear her. Help was on the way and the heiress stayed at Korra's side. She kept an eye on her friend and to check every other minute if she was still breathing. She had gathered all the things that could've caused this. Except the knife. Blood stained the blade and Asami couldn't force herself to pick it up.

She heard the sirens that announced the ambulance and not long after, Korra's place was filled with people. She was picked up and taken away on a stretcher. The items that the Southerner had used to commit her act were taken along with the staff so they knew what they were dealing with.

The heiress stood in the living room of Korra's apartment. One of the staff told her to bring some clothes in case that the Southerner had to stay overnight. She walked around the living room when her eye suddenly fell on the notepad. Her heart skipped a beat or two when she realized what it could be.

A farewell letter… with trembling hands she picked the notepad up and sat down to read.

Dear everyone,

By the time you read this, I'm probably dead.

I want to say I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I am. I want you all to know that I never wanted to be like this. I never choose to BE like this.

All I wanted was to be normal.

I'm so sorry for disappointing you all… I couldn't handle it anymore. I couldn't take the pain anymore…

I'm sorry for not being stronger… I tried, I really did.

Somewhere in my life I made the wrong choices but today I made the right one…

You don't have to live with the fact anymore that I am a freak. A girl who fell in love with another girl… it's against nature. An abomination.

I don't deserve to live and people already told me to end my life sooner.

I couldn't do it sooner… I was to scared… I was a coward…

But today I saw something that I never held possible.

Asami Sato… oh yes, I do love you, with all my heart, my soul, my body…

I saw the look in your eyes today. I saw the fear in your eyes and I knew then, that I had to stop.

I used to think it would be a phase, it would pass. I thought I was okay at some days when we were just together as friends, I wished it could've stayed that way. But I know that things can never stay in a certain way forever.

I didn't want you to be ashamed or afraid of me. I never wanted that for any of you!

So… I made this choice… please, forget about me, forget I existed. Find yourself a friend worthy of your friendship. Worthy of your trust.

Goodbye…

Tears streamed freely over Asami's face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her face buried in her hands. Her body shaking from the violent sobbed that forced their way out of the engineer's chest through her throat. She fold up the letter and tucked it away in one of the pockets of her dark red leather jacket. She got up from the couch and made her way down to her car. She needed to put this right. Korra needed her, she needed to tell Korra that she didn't fear her but loved her.

Sparkling Angel,

I believe.

You are my savior, in my time of need,

Blinded by faith,

I couldn't hear.

All the whispers, the warning's so clear,

I see the Angels.

I'll lead them to your door,

There's no escape now, no mercy no more.

She hadn't even noticed that Korra's stereo was still playing. She listened to the lyrics before turning the machine off.

The engineer had informed Mako and Bolin of the situation as she drove to the hospital. The brothers informed others and before she knew it, an entire group had gathered in the hospital. Waiting for any information about their friend.

Bolin sat on one of the seats, his eyes red and puffy. An occasional sniffle escaped both him and his girlfriend Opal.

Mako leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at the vixen with a saddened expression present on his face. His golden eyes were red as well.

"A-any news…?" she asked, her voice cracked from emotion.

"N-no… n…ot yet…" Bolin managed to say but immediately started to cry in both his hands. Opal tenderly stroke his back to try and comfort him. Occasionally, she wiped away some stray tears of her own.

They remained there for god knows how long. Time didn't seem to matter anymore. Each time they saw a nurse or a surgeon come their way, they all held their breath. Once they passed, they all released their breath once again.

Finally, after a two hour wait. Someone came their way. A young man with green eyes and blood covered scrubs. His eyes scanned the small group of teenagers. "I'm sorry… are you Korra's friends? Family?"

They all stood up straight. "We… we're her friends… yes…" Mako managed to say.

The man nodded his eyes saddened. "I'm sorry… we did all we could…"