the last chapter was all written in my notebook and I just copied it to Wattpad, changing some (a lot) things, this is improvisation and I have done no planning so might be more crappy than the last one, idk you decide

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15.10.2019.

Darryl's POV

I woke up at 6 AM. Oh, right, school.

I quickly get up so I'm not sleepy enough to go back to rest, standing up and looking around my room. I probably got up too quick, as I can't really look around. I see everything, yet I don't feel like I do. I never know how to explain it. It's typical through, especially right after sudden movement after getting out of bed.

I grab my backpack and open it, taking out a few books. I had a good reputation in school, everybody thought I was a good student, but I often didn't do my homework, knowing that the teacher won't check it today.

Last school year, I found out the order that most of them check the students' notebooks in, so I never got intro trouble. It's really helpful, actually. I'm often way too lazy to do my homework, but when I do, out of boredom, I do the other tasks.

Okay, I have the most homework from geography, let's do that.

Later (because nobody wants to read about doing homework)

I check the time after I've finished, hoping I won't be late.

7:28 AM.

Alright, that's great. I pack up my stuff intro the backpack, change from my sleepwear, drink some coffee so I have energy for at least this morning and go to school.

I actually live pretty close to it, which helps a lot. Even through I know I'm not gonna be late, I still run. Guess I just got used to it from the previous school years. I used to be way too often, through both elementary school and middle school. Overslept all the time. Now, I'm almost never late anymore.

I walk in, getting a few glances towards me as a lot of people know me, that's not always a good thing through.

Some of the teachers favorize me because of how respectful I seem and how helpful I am. Maybe it doesn't seem that obvious to them, but in my opinion, it is. I don't really like how they do that. It's unfair towards the other students, but it helps me, so I'm not gonna complain too much.

People in the school mostly think of me as that one perfect kid with no flaws. I'm really the opposite. Probably annoying to everybody. Keeping a good reputation has it's pros, but also cons. Being a funny kid, somebody that gets intro fights or somebody that's just too open is most likely better.

When you do your best to look good in front of others and success, people often get jealous and gossip about you, telling straight lies that others believe.

Others hate you and want to make themselves look better, trying to pick up fights. I always try to avoid them, I can run fast so it works out.

Most people, along with the ones that befriend me, don't talk to me often since I just act formal and all that. Some get me to do their homework, for a small prize of course. A lot of the students do that, knowing I won't tell the teachers what they do since it also helps me.

Maybe I'll talk to Zak!

He's a pretty nice person, different from the others. A bit awkward, too. That isn't a problem at all, of course.

I walk around the school, not knowing where to search. The bell rings.

Maybe next lesson.

After class

Zak's POV

The last lesson went terrible. The teacher kept asking me questions and I couldn't focus. In my thoughts, I was overreacting for no reason, my classmates laughed at me because of how much I didn't understand, thinking I couldn't hear it. I don't know why the simplest things make me upset, but I hate it.

The bell just rang.

I quickly get out of the classroom, heading towards the bathroom, mad at myself. I lock myself in a stall. Why am I crying? This is so stupid. I have no reason to do so.

Everytime I cry, I get reminded of every single bad thing that happened to me. This wasn't an exception.

I search through my backpack, finding a small knife. I place the blade against my arm.

Then, I realized.

Today, there's PE, people will suspect something when they see the fresh blood. Not only that, today's a warm day and my mother will probably make me wear something else so I don't overheat. (I just realised that you don't have to go to PE in high school, just pretend that you do-)

Dammit.

I really wanna do this, but I can't.

I feel so empty, this is the only way to fix it, yet people pretend to care and try to stop me from doing so.

What if I skip?

Yeah, great idea.

It'd probably be better if I did this at home, but I can't resist.

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11:45 AM
Darryl's POV

I could swear that I saw Zak a moment ago, yet I can't find him anywhere. Where'd he go?

Did he go home? He was heading towards the lockers, so that's possible. But why would he? What happened?

I'm confused.

Zak's POV (I'm switching too much aaA)

I'm finally here.

I immediatelly go to my room. In the bathroom, I'd be able to clean the mess I was about to make, but if somebody arrived early, they'd see.

After locking the door, I get the knife, getting reminded of what just happened.

I cut too deep and a bit of the blood dripped on the bathroom floor. I cleaned it, realizing that the quicker I get home, the better. I ran out, seeing Darryl in the corner of my eye. I pulled down my sleeves, just in case, and speed walked towards the lockers. The fact that I felt his confused stare on me for a couple seconds stressed me out even more, he might get the hint.

I open my wardrobe, searching for something I don't wear anymore. If I got too much blood, I could just wipe it off.

I place the knife against my arm once again. I smile as the blood drips on the floor.

This is what I deserve.

I feel a bit dizzy, so I stop, getting the piece of cloth and using it to clean the fluid. Huh, guess I'm gonna skip the next few school days. When the scars heal a bit, I can just put foundation over it and I'm okay.

'I'm okay.'

"That's not true at all." I chuckle to myself. But that's what I get for being so selfish.

Pain.

"I wonder how I'm even alive at this point."

The next day (I use too much timeskips, for real-)

I wake up. What time is it?

4:00 AM.

Guess I overslept. I'm not gonna go to school today, but I have to head outside, my mom wouldn't allow me to not go there for no reason, and I already used too many excuses to stay home.

I open Youtube.

7:00 AM

The time's passing painfully slow, and I hate it. I feel so numb. I figure that I should probably get stuff to stay warm or something, I'm gonna be outside for a few hours straight, I can't be at school and have nowhere to go. I get myself a blanket, put on two sweaters, hide the knife in the backpack again, get my powerbank, earphones, charger, phone. I have no coat that's my size, all of them are too small so I'm not taking any of them. After I somehow fit all that stuff in, I put the bag in front of my room and wake up my sister. When she gets up, I grab my stuff and leave. I look around.

Where should I head to?

I don't go outside often, so I have no idea where anything is.

I simply walk in a random direction, not knowing where I'm going.

8:02 AM

I walk out of the town, seeing the colorful fields. There is a large forest surrounding them, the view is very different from the city I see everyday.

A few minutes later, I find a treehouse that seemed abandoned. I could sit in there before school ends!

I walk in.
Time to clean.

After half an hour

I'm finished, this actually looks pretty good!

I put one of the blankets on the wooden floor and lay down on it, using my backpack as a pillow. Then, I take the other blanket and cover myself with it.

The tree house luckily has a door, even if it's in a bad state. There's a very simple lock, which luckily isn't broken. That makes me feel safer. I put on my headphones and listen to some music, and before I know it, I fall asleep.

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This is crap, I'm not creative lol

I didn't even realize at first but I also inspired Darryl's personality by mine a bit

(1469 words without this, was 1414 before editing, I have been memed by myself twice-)