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It's been three weeks and things are getting worst; There's always a fight in the hallway; We fight ourselves more then the other school at games; People even started putting water bottle bombs into other people's cars!

I was done. I stopped all contact with everyone except Shyanne, and it's really killing the both of us. We're the only ones who haven't chose a side yet and everyone is pressuring us into doing it.

All I really want to do is leave. Every. Single. Fucking. Day is the same and I hate it. And the worst part is: It's my fault.

"Y/n!" Shy yelled in my ear making me snap back to reality.

I turned to her, "Sorry..."

She nodded. She knew I hated all of this and that I blamed myself.

I closed my locker and we walked to the cafeteria. Blue on one side, red on the other. Rowan was eyeballing us, making me fell uncomfortable, but I just grabbed my lunch and Shy and I sat at the lunch table that used to be my favorite place.

I glanced at Rowan again and he was headed this way.

It's sad because we've been friends for eight years, and now, just because he wears a red shirt, I'm terrified to know what he's going to say and/or do.

"Why don't we talk anymore?" He asked as he sat down.

I didn't say anything. Not because I didn't want, but because I didn't know how to respond. 'Oh sorry, this war thing that I created has gotten out of hand, so I'm scared to talk to you.'

Instead, I looked at him with a you-know-why look.

He sighed.

"Look, I know it's gotten out of hand recently, but-"

"But what Rowan?" I said and stood up, "It's all gotten out of hand, period! I don't even know what you guys are fighting over anymore!"

By now, everyone was looking at me, and for the first time ever, I was happy to have everyone's attention so they would listen.

"As far as I remember, it was about a person. I don't know who that person is, but if they can ruin a friendship like yours and mine Rowan-one that's lasted for eight fucking years-then that person isn't worth it!"

No one talked, but I seen people look at their used-to-be friends. I even saw Jonathan and Evan glance at each other.

Shyanne stood up too with tear threatening to fall.

She looked at everyone who was looking at someone one the other side.

"You really think standing and staring at them is going to help?" She yelled.

There was a long silence, but then Hannah, who was on the red side, and Kate, who was on the blue side, ran to each, crying. After they did that, other followed.

The cafeteria was basically full of crying, hugging and apologizes.

"Y/n!" Someone shouted my name.

I looked around but I didn't see anyone looking at me.

"Y/n!" They yelled louder.

I turned around, but no one was behind me either.

"Y/n!" They screamed again, making me open my eyes.

I sat up in my bed and looked around my room until my eyes landed on my mom in the doorway.

"Y/n, you're going to be late, get up!" She yelled and left.

I looked at my hands as a tear rolled down my face.

"Please don't make me go." I cried. "I'm tired of the fighting; I just want to stay home."

I got an idea and whipped away my tears.

"Hey Mom!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Shyanne having issues and isn't going to school, can I not go and go to her house?"

"Of corse not!"

"But Mom, she thinking about killing herself!"

Im not even joking about that. Shy hasn't been going to school for the past week because she wanted to commit suicide because of this stupid war.

I heard footsteps and she soon opened my door.

"How long has she not been in school?"

"A week," I said, "it's getting worst."

She sighed in irritation and sympathy, "Okay, but I'm going to call her mom."

I nodded and got up, not planing on changing because I'm only going to Shy's.

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I turned, waved bye to Mom and knocked on the door. Shy's mom opened it and let me in.

"I've got to work until seven, you know where everything's at, so I'll see you later." She said as she left.

I walked up to Shy's room and knocked on the door. I rolled my eyes and slowly opened the door, slowly reveling her empty bed. I opened the door completely and my heart broke.

She was on the floor, puke all around her and over five different medicine bottles, opened and emptied. Blood dripped from her arms and from a razor not too far from her.

"SHYANNE!" I screamed and slide to her side on my knees, tears flowing down my face.

I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed 911.

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I sat at the side of her bed as the nurses got done asking me questions about her.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I just walked in there and saw her on the ground."

"Was her mother there?"

"No, her mom left the moment I got there to go to work."

"Do you know her number?"

I shrugged, "No, but she works at Burger King."

"Can you think of any reason why she would've done that?"

That's when I explained everything to her; And I mean everything.

She nodded and walked away.

I looked at my resting friend with very little hope of her waking up.

I put my head on the edge of the bed side and cried, "I'm sorry Shy..."

"Y/n..." Someone said, but their voice trailed off.

I turned and saw all of them: Evan, Brock, Tyler, Craig, Marcel, Arlan, Lui, Brian, Rowan, Korbin, Chris, Luke, Jonathan, and David.

"Wh-What happened?" Lui asked.

I turned away from them, "That fucking war happened."

"What do you mean?" Jonathan asked.

"Ever since this started, Shyanne's been getting more depressed easily..."

I heard them walk into the room.

"Wait, are you blaming this on us?" Rowan asked.

"No!" I yelled, making them jump, "I'm blaming myself because I was technically the one who started it."

Everyone was silent for a while, but Brock broke it.

"It was your idea, but we were the ones who took it too far."

The rest of them agreed.

"Well I hope you're happy," a very deep voice said and we all turned to face the doctor, "because she has a 25% chance of surviving."

I'm back, sorry for the VERY long wait but here you go.

-A/N-
If I write a new story that IS NOT x reader, who'd read it? Be honest because if not, then it'll have to be x reader OR I'll put up "additions" (I guess you could call it) and put certain people into a book.
You decide:
1.) X Reader (for everyone)
2.) No Reader (just a regular fanfic)
3.) Additions (everyone gets a shot)
Books a secret; tell me your votes and THEN I'll tell you