Here's what I wrote for a continuation. Reviewers tell me what you think.

Also, please note, that I DO NOT write like this normally.

First off, I have never actually had a death in any of my fics before, though technically still haven't (sense TJay wrote John's suicide).

Second, Cuss words will be in this story and so will cursing of God's name. I don't like to do this, but I feel that if I censor them, then you can't understand the depth of the situation. Also, it should show you how much some of the characters have changed over time. So, please bare with me.

Third, On Sunday of this week Srgman wrote something very similar to this chapter. I want everyone to know I wrote this chapter two weeks ago. I didn't post it until this week because I wanted to be sure of some things with the original writer. I did not plagiarize, TJay can confirm it.

However to keep up the tradition...

National Suicide Hotline Number : 1-800-488-3000, Call if you ever need help.

Seriously, Call. It helps.

Who ever said: "Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones, but Words will Never Hurt me..." had to be deaf.

It's not fun...

Shooting yourself in the head that is.

It doesn't hurt.

Sure, it would hurt to get shot in the head.

But if you're dead before you get the chance to let the pain seep in...

It really doesn't hurt.

It never hurts when you're dead.

I was dead long before I pulled that trigger.

What was fun was seeing the looks on their faces.

So full of fear or so called concern...

for the very person that they killed.

Hell, it's hilarious.

~'Who's laughing now, jerk wads!'~

"Oh, my God!"

Jade, of all the people, broke the silence. I had never seen Jade lose herself like she did. I just couldn't help laugh at her reaction alone. I had seen the situation play through my head so many times before, but it was not as funny as the reality.

~'This is better than I thought it'd be!'~

Tyrone was a different story though. He was shaking so hard that he peed his pants. Not that I cared... I just wasn't expecting this. I was almost afraid that he was about to join me in my liberation.

~'What's a matter! Can't stand it Tyrone!'~

"Oh, my God," Jade repeated as she fell to the ground.

"Someone call somebody!!!"

Some kids were running around screaming. Some more reacted similar to Tyrone. A few other kids were "returning" their lunches all over the cafeteria floor. Mostly they just stood there with their mouths open agape, staring off into space.

~'Yeah, look at what you've done! Look at what all of you have done!'~

"John," Brandy pushed past the other kids.

~'It wont help! I'm already dead!'~

"John..."

~'It's better this way. I'm free! I'm above all of you now!'~

"You Idiot," Brandy kicked my body's stomach.

~'OW, what the!?!' ~

"How dare you do this to yourself!"

~'It wasn't worth living.'~

"Nothing is worth killing yourself over!"

Brandy continued to kick my dead body. It hurt every single time and they were getting stronger.

~'Someone stop him! He's killing me!'~

"Now it's too LATE! There no coming BACK! You STUPID! IN!-SENS!-I!-TIVE! BAS!-TARD!"

No one made any attempt to stop Brandy as he continued to defile my body. My ghost (or me as I was at the moment) curled up on the 'ground'. The pain kept increasing.

~'P-please... stop... make it all stop...'~

As if to answer my prayer, it all stopped. Everything stopped. Kid's stopped loosing their lunches. Jade's face was stuck in that same fearful look. Tyrone stopped shaking. Brandy stopped kicking, but my pain. My pain didn't stop. My pain didn't go away.

~'Make it go away...'~

"(Stop being, so dramatic.)"

~'It hurts...'~

"(It doesn't hurt as much as you hurt all of them. Some of them are going to need therapy after this.)"

~ 'Serves them right... They hurt me.' ~

"(Oh boohoo. Go cry me a river, build a bridge, get over it... and then jump off of it.)," the voice snickered.

~'How dare you laugh!'~ I was in so much pain that I failed to see the joke that the voice had made. Thinking back now, I guess it was funny.

~'Why does it hurt... I'm supposed to be dead.'~

"(Not yet, you're not. You're actually quite alive right now.)"

~'But I shot my head clean off!'~ I looked up at the source of the voice. It was Mew. I wasn't really in the right mind to care that I was seeing such a rare Pokémon. ~'There's no way that I'm still alive!'~

"(Yes, you are quite dead aren't you?)"

~ 'Of course I'm dead! My body's right...'~ I turned to look at my body. If I wasn't already dead, I would have died from fright. It's horrifying enough to see a dead body. It might even be a little disturbing to see your own dead body. But I was seeing my freshly killed, brain blown dead body. It's enough to make someone go crazy. I, however, came back to my senses.

~'Oh God. What have I done. My mother's going to kill me.' ~

"(Technically... oh, never mind.)"

~ 'Please, let me go back! I have to go back. I'm sorry, I tried to kill myself. Please, let me go back.' ~

"(You do realize that you're...)"

~ 'I don't care if I'm brain dead! Please, I have to go back!' ~ I pleaded with Mew.

"(You don't have anywhere to go back to. So let me do what I came here to do.)"

~ 'No! Please! I'll do anything!' ~

"(John.)"

~ 'Don't just leave me like this!' ~

"(John.)"

~ 'Help Me!'~

"(Jonathan Tyler Lawrence!)," Mew shouted at me, I stopped,"(Would you just shut up for one second and listen to someone besides yourself for once in your life!)"

I continued to float were I was, completely speechless, "(Thank you. Now, come with me.)"

Mew floated back through the crowds and into the hallways. I took just one more second to look at my body. I couldn't stand it. I had to look at something else. Anything else. Everyone was frozen in place. That was the only reason that Brandy had stopped kicking me. He was well prepared to give me another one. Anger and tears in his eyes.

It was strange. He was stopped, but his tears were still flowing. He was still moving. Not much faster than the hour hand on a clock, but still moving. He moved another inch before Mew came back for me.

"(Hey, you coming or what?)"

I floated up after Mew.

~ 'Mew,'~ the feline stopped to look at me, ~'Can I ask you something?' ~

"(You can try.)," it said as it continued to float to the lockers, "(Wont mean I'll answer.)"

~'Why did Brandy...'~ Mew stopped again and snickered, ~'what's so funny.'~

"(You'll see.)," Mew turned to the lockers again, "(let's see... 330, 328, 326, 324...)"

~'You can read?'~

"(No, I can't read. But when you exist as long as I have, you tend to pick up a few things. Ah here we are, locker 316.)"

~'My locker? What are we doing here?'~

"(You said that you wanted to go back.)"

~'Well, yeah, but...'~

"(Well, all you have to do is go in there.)"

~'But my body is back in the...'~

"(Your body is gone. It has been for a while now. Remember, you were laughing at the top of your lungs, saying how much better you were than them.)"

~ 'I think that I was dancing on them too.' ~, Mew gave me a look, ~'My lungs... I was dancing on top of my...'~

"(Yeah, not that funny.)"

~ 'See? That's the very reason why I...' ~

"(Why you what? Don't have any friends? Get beaten up? No one notices your pain? I've heard every excuse in the book, believe me.)"

~ 'There's a book?' ~

"(Don't make me hit you, before you get your second life.)"

~ 'Second life? You mean, I'm getting a second chance?' ~

"(Sort of... You wont exactly be...)"

~ 'be what?' ~

"(Human.)"

~ 'I don't care, as long as I get to go back.' ~ Personally, I was thinking zombie. I had no idea what Mew had in store for me.

"(Well, if you say so...)"

~ 'So why are we here?' ~

"(You said that you'd do anything right?)"

~ 'Yes, anything. I need to undo what I did.' ~

"(You can't do that, but you can start anew.)"

~'But I don't want to start new. I want to, no, I need to take back what I did.'~

"(Look, either take my offer or don't. Either way, your body's fate is sealed.)"

~ 'Fine... I'll take the chance to live again.' ~

"(Then go right in there.)"

Do you ever have one of those moments,
where you feel like God (or some other higher power)
wants to play a trick on you?

~ 'Can I ask why?' ~

I wish that I had that moment, right then.

"(Nope.)," the little rat answered as he kicked me through my locker door, "(have fun...)"

My head hit something in there. Everything was dark. I tried backing up, but my head was stuck. But when I moved back in the thing started to pull at me. I put my hands up to get the thing off of me, but my hands got stuck. The more I pushed the more it pulled me in and the more stuck I got. It hurt to fight it.

... Mew, I change my mind. I don't want this... Mew? Mew! ...

"(John, stop fighting it and just let it happen.)"

... but ...

"(Everything will be fine.)"

... but I...

"(Just let go.)"

I took Mew's advice. I stopped resisting. The object sucked the rest of me inside of it. I whited out after that.

I eventually stopped kicking what was left of John. I just wish that he could feel it. Not just my kicks, but the pain and trauma that he had infected into the minds of everyone present. The school quickly covered up John's suicide. Class was canceled, homework nullified, (almost) everyone was sent home, parents were informed. His mom would be called soon, I'm sure.

No one ratted on me about kicking him, not that anyone was in their right mind at the moment. All of us, 'witnesses', were not allowed to leave until everyone else was long gone, but there was something important that I needed to get.

Opening the locker, I thought that he would have been so happy to find it...

It was still there...

Just as I had left it.

Getting cold.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I said as I pulled out the orange and yellow egg, "I'm sorry, that he didn't live long enough to find you, but don't worry, I'll find you a good home."

That's it! Review, I'll get the feed back, and hopefully finish this story strong.

Thank you TJay and Srgman for this chance.