A/N: Depressing shit ahead, much trigger. Have fun.

I walked slowly down the empty hall, the sounds I make refracting off the walls. Each step felt heavy as I listened to the laughter coming from inside the classroom walls. Hello, love. A smile came to my face. They don't care about you, love. The will never care. I knew what he was saying was wrong. I knew not to trust him but he just sounded so good. I felt a sting in my wrists reminding me of the red liquid flowing out into a bit of gauze. Don't worry, love. A few cuts more and you'll join me. My steps quicken as I turn the corner towards the bathroom. They don't care about me. Was it me thinking or him? Our voices merge as open the door to the bathroom quickly. The scent of two girls vaping sweet scent hit my nose. They won't notice. They won't care. I opened the stall in the middle, clutching the exacto knife that I didn't even notice I grabbed. I sat and unwrapped my wrists, seeing the new, old, fresh, scabbed, scarred, cuts littering my once clean wrist. I watched as what was supposed to be my hand stab the knife into my flesh, forcing deep crimson out. The action repeated as I watched the blood fall to the ground with a tit tap stit tap. One thing about cutting in the girls bathroom is that the blood left behind isn't questioned. As the tapping of my blood hitting the ground calms me, I wipe tears off my face that I didn't even notice where there. You deserve it, Love. You can't pass your classes, you can't pass as male. You're parents only love the projection of their "daughter". The girls in the next stall over laughed, shocking me back to the reality of the situation. Trans. Failure. Freak. Fake. Emo. Gay. Lesbian. Transgender. GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. I covered my mouth as tears formed in my eyes and muffled the sounds of my inner demon. Demon? Really love? I'm saving you. I'm helping you. No one cares about you. Come join me, love. Join me on the throne. I screamed out, digging the knife deep into my skin over and over until I felt my body fall to the floor and the exacto knife roll from my hand. As my vision blinked in and out, I heard a scream. A blood curdling scream that could be heard all around the school. Whether it was mine or one of the girls, I don't know, but that was the last thing I heard as my body went into a long rest. At least he had stopped talking.