PRS med Isabelle Granger :D

You quickly turn around and see John. You suddenly feel angry, it was he who broke up with you. You punch him hard in the face and regret it immediately.

(jag hoppas att detta inte är för lite/mycket elakhet)

(Did you just... Oh my god :0 *processing what just Happened* ohmigod that is so MEAN i just feel like singing Mean by TS right now >~< )

You stumble backwards, and fall onto the ground. Your nose hurts badly. Then you realize what just happened. You slowly look up and you see his cold and angry face. He just hit you... You chew the inside of your lip and feel the tears in your eyes. You can hear laughter behind you. Why is he doing this to you? Does... He hate you?

You feel the tears streaming down your face as you stand up and run away, sobbing. You run to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. He hates you. How are you supposed to live with that?

Fuck. He thinks you hate him. You don't know why you did it, you just... fucked everything up.

(Yes indeed.)
You grab your bag and pick up one of your notebooks. You chew your chin as you carefully writes down a note.

Dave

When you read this, I will probably be gone forever. I am writing this to let you know that I'm sorry. Sorry for everything.
I know what i did to you was terrible. And if you hate me, that is okay. I understand.

But even so, I want you to remember that i love you. Really much. And none of this is your fault.
But I can't stand this anymore.
I can't stand the humilliation anymore, and I cant stand the pain or the feir, neither the fact that everything i want is right in front of me, but still so far out of reach. And that is why I'm doing this.

So, I guess this is farwell then.

I'm Sorry

I love you.

Goodbye.

//John

You see your tears drip down at the paper, Messing up some of the letters. You put it down on the floor, dry your tears with your sleeve and swallow.
(I think you know what is coming
Dont worry tho, I'll let Dave find him :33)

(NO i knew u would do something like this)

You take a deep breath. You need to find him, and apologize. And maybe... Maybe you could at least be friends again.

You start seaching in your bag for a razor. When you find it you slowly pick it up, clenching it tightly in your right hand. You shudder slightly as you put the blade against your left arm. You bite your lip harshly as you feel the sharp pain in your arm. But you are used to this. You clench your teeth and try to ignore the pain.

Slowly, your vision starts fading, and black dots are dancing in front of your face. Soon they cover up your whole sight, and everything turns black.

(Ye sorry :c)

You begin looking for him in empty classrooms but you don't find him. When you finally reach the toilets no one is there. One of the doors are locked though.
"John? Are you there?"

The darkness is closing in around you.

When he (or whoever it is) doesn't answer you kneel down and look between the gap between the ground and the door. You see someone's foots, you think it's John. And there's blood on the floor. You feel the panic rise and stand up again.
"John?" Your voice are louder now. "Open the door"
When he doesnt do it you try open the door. After several tries (which included kicking the door) you succeed and what you see is not good. John is sitting, unconscious, on the toilet. He's holding a razor and the blood is streaming down his arm. There's also a paper, you see. A suicide message. You take a deep breath, you can't freak out now. Then you call the ambulance and wait for them to arrive.
"John", you whisper. "I'm sorry"

(*^*)
You hear a distant voice, but it fades away just like everything else. The darkness is swallowing you. It will probably be over soon.