She turned around to leave him. “So this is goodbye?” she asked.

“This is goodbye,” he said. But as she walked out the door she heard him add, “And good riddance.”

She walked calmly out the door and to the first quiet place she could find in the damn school, the girls’ bathroom.

“It’s after school hours, no one will care if I’m here,” she thought to herself. And just like clockwork she heard the door open and she scurried into a stall so no one would see her. A girl with black converse walked in, oblivious to the fact that someone was in a stall.

“She must think like I did, that I was alone,” the girl in the stall thought.

“I just want him to know I’m sorry. How many times must I tell him?” the girl in black converse sobbed as she fell against the wall.

The girl in the stall sat there thinking, “Should I go out there? Maybe she’s feeling the same way I am…”

But she was stopped by the sound of papers shuffling; the black converse girl was getting out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag.

“Hmmm… I got it. –Dear all...- no that’s not right. Umm… how about…- To all who’ve caused my death- no that’s terrible-“

“So this girl wants to kill herself!” the girl in the stall thought. She looked back at the girl’s black converse shoes, she didn’t know why she did it, but she just did.

“What if I don’t even go through with it? Then they’ll find the note one day and I’ll be sent off to the insane asylum. Well that’s probably where I belong… my crazy, suicidal head…” Converse girl was still talking to herself.

“What’s happening to this girl? What happened? Nothing could’ve been that bad… I mean it must have been TERRIBLE. Should I go out there? Maybe she’s just going through something like I am. Maybe she’s just afraid,” all these thoughts were running through the girl in the stall’s head. She didn’t know what to do. A few minutes ago she was more worried about her own problems and afraid for herself. But now she was worried about this girl and afraid about what she might do to herself.

“What’s happening to me? What went so bad? Maybe I should write that down in the letter instead because if I can’t even think of what happened then they DEFINETLY won’t be able to. Let’s start it here…-“

“Should I go out there? What should I do? I wonder who she is. Is she pretty? Is she a reject like me? What’s going on? What should I do? What should I do?! ” The girl in the stall was almost crying with confusion. If she went out now she’d look sketchy for listening that long but if she waited she’d always not know. What should she do?

“If he hadn’t been like that- no that’s not right at all! I need to write this somewhere else… somewhere where I can think and not be closed in by these damn walls! Ah! I guess I should-” the girl in converse was still ranting, she was … scared. The girl in the stall could note the afraid tone in her voice because it was the same one she had been talking in lately.

“The girl in converse mentioned a ‘he.’ Who is this he? Is he like my he? Did he hurt her too? Did he betray her? I feel sorry for her. If she knew what was going on would she feel sorry for me? Maybe I should stop her. If she kills herself it’ll be all my fault. I should stop her! Now! Open the door!” The girl in the stall was going on her own rant. She reached for the stall door only to find that the girl in converse had left.

“Where’d she go? Is she going to go through with it? It’s all my fault! Why am I so stupid? I should’ve come out sooner! Know it’ll be all my fault! I’m so STUPID,” she thought to herself and then screamed out the following words, “AHHHH! ITS ALL MY FAULT! SHE’S GOING TO DIE!!”

She couldn’t forgive herself. She wanted out, just like the girl in the Converse. She wondered why this was happening to her. She was already having a crappy enough day. And know on top of that she had to listen to some girl talk about killing herself.

“Maybe she won’t go through with it,” the girl thought, “she was doubting herself. Maybe she won’t do it. Maybe someone will save her.” Then her thoughts once again drifted to herself, “Maybe someone will save me?”

She slowly raised her body from the ground to face herself in the mirror. Her commercially straightened blonde hair was messy and her bangs were strewn across her face. She never wore make up so there were no mascara stains across her normally beautiful face. Her grey eyes were puffy and swollen. She took a handful of water and threw it against her face.

Once she deemed herself presentable to go out in public she headed out the door back into the quiet, abandoned halls of Ridgewater Highschool.

She knew she had someone she could go to, but going to him would feel like using him. She hated having the feeling she was using him because she loved him, just not the way he loved her. She loved teasing him and laughing with him, like an older brother. He had had feelings for her since the seventh grade. She knew she had no where else she could go, everyone else had left her. So she pulled out her slim razor phone and searched for his number.

“Hello?” she heard his voice into the phone.

“Hi.”

“Chloe? Is that you?”

“Yea. Hey I was wondering… are you busy?”

“No of course not. Where are you?”

“The school courtyard.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem Chlo.”

Chloe hung up the phone. She can’t believe she had just done that, she had called him. And he was coming. What did he think he was coming to? He didn’t ask. He knew he’d find out soon enough and didn’t want to push it. He was such a nice guy. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved someone better than her. He deserved someone who would love him the way he loved her.

He pulled up in his car, a 2003 Honda Accord. He motioned for her to come into the car but she shook her head and motioned for him to come to the bench, even though it was practically thirty degrees.

When he came out of the car he pulled her into a big hug, obviously noticing her upset appearance.

“Thanks Brandon,” Chloe whispered into his shoulder.

“Anytime babe.”

They stood there for a moment. She told him all about the girl with the black converse shoes. She let everything go to him. She just let him have it all.

Then she said she had to go.

She just left him there.

He sat there wondering what he had done, was it his fault?

But maybe he would never know it was a different boy’s fault and Brandon was just filling the empty hole left by her other man.

--

She came to school the next day, distant from everyone. No one knew why, except for Brandon. He had a guess as to why she was like this but he didn’t tell anyone.

He knew she was still sad because of… him… the guy who broke her heart. And she was still thinking about the Converse girl.

--

She looked for the girl in the black converse everywhere. But in this school of preps, everyone wore the fake ones with no laces. Nobody wore the classics that Chloe had seen in the girl’s bathroom that day.

She worried; maybe the girl had gone through with it. But surely she would’ve heard about it one the news.

“Maybe they covered it up?” Chloe asked herself.

Chloe looked for days, but to no avail.

Then one day, Brandon was sick of it.

He had finally realized that he was the rebound boy, the charity case. He thought that she had actually cared about him, that she had loved him just like he loved her. She knew this was bound to come one day, that’s why she had tried to stay distant from him.

They fought.

“Chloe! I’m sorry I just can’t forgive you! You played with my heart! I thought that was the egotistical guy’s job. That’s exactly what HE did to you! Don’t you understand?” Brandon was mad, madder than he thought he would ever be.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I knew this would happen! I tried to fight it off! That’s why I was distant! I didn’t want to call you that day! I knew it would bring this! But I didn’t have anyone else! Don’t you understand?” Chloe just wanted him to know she was sorry.

“I’m leaving, see you later Chloe. Or not.”

And he left, leaving her alone and by herself.

She ran to the only place she had, the girl’s bathroom. Just like last time she cried as she opened the door.

She fell against the ground and started talking to herself. She hoped no one would be in the stall this late after school.

“I just want him to know I’m sorry. How many times must I tell him?” She cried.

Thoughts ran through her head, thoughts of terrible things. Thoughts of… it.

She pulled a pen and a piece of paper from her bag.

“Hmmm… I got it. –Dear all..- no that’s not right. Umm… how about…- To all who’ve caused my death- no that’s terrible-“

She couldn’t think of the right thing to say in her letter. She didn’t know who to write it to. Should she write to Brandon? Or to him? What was she doing? Should she go through with it? What should she-

“What if I don’t even go through with it? Then they’ll find the note one day and I’ll be sent off to the insane asylum. Well that’s probably where I belong… my crazy, suicidal head…” she was screaming to herself. She was going insane.

“What’s happening to me? What went so bad? Maybe I should write that down in the letter instead because if I can’t even think of what happened then they DEFINETLY won’t be able to. Let’s start it here… If he hadn’t been like that- no that’s not right at all! I need to write this somewhere else… somewhere where I can think and not be closed in by these damn walls! Ah! I guess I should-” Chloe was ranting; she was insane. She needed someone to help her.

She ran out of the bathroom and into the hallway. She looked around for someone or something to go to. She ran and ran to no where. And then she tripped on an abandoned binder in the hall.

She fell.

And she fell hard, to the ground.

Her head got cut open from the force that she hit the ground with.

--

The ambulance showed up twenty minutes later, twenty minutes too late.

Chloe Tarrents was dead, from a concussion.

Brandon had realized she was missing and went to find her. What he came upon was his… worst nightmare.

He had never meant to hurt her, he had loved her. He was just having a bad day and he took his anger out on her. Now she was gone, forever.

The last thing he saw as they put her on the stretcher was her black converse shoes.

…

And then he knew why.

Thanks to all my editors. I Make Lists In My Sleep and Blue-Bear12

I started hand writing this but got bored and typed it instead.

Idk, it was just random inspiration.

Some characters are based off people but I don't know who yet.

Maybe I will soon.

Maybe?

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