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I climbed the stairs, preparing myself for what I was about to do. I unlocked the door with the key I had swiped from a teacher. I was about to take my shoes off when I saw a boy with braided hair.
“Hey! Don’t do it, please!” The words escaped my mouth before I realized it. What did I just say? I honestly don’t care why someone’s in trouble for once. I was just pissed he got here before me. The boy looked up at me and smiled, tears running down his face.
“I really thought he liked me back. He would hang out with me after school and told me I was always going to be at his side. And then I kissed him and he- he told me he wasn’t interested. He said it was disgusting. The next day he was laughing at it with all of his friends.”
“For god’s sake, please! Are you serious, that’s why you’re here? I just can’t believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me! Are you upset that you can’t have what you wanted? You’re lucky you’ve never gotten robbed of anything!” I shouted, incredulous. Trying to kill himself over such a simple thing? It’s not like he didn’t have any friends who could comfort him.
“I’m feeling better. Thank you, for listening.” The boy left the rooftop, leaving me alone. Irritated now, I didn’t feel in the mood to do what I had planned and went back home.
~*~
“Today’s the day.” I murmured to myself, ignoring the jeers from the people I passed by in the hallway. I went back to that rooftop, but there was another boy there. He was short and sitting on the railing. I could feel the same frustration I had the day before well up in me. “Why are you here?”
The boy turned and told me his reasons. “Everyone ignores me and steals my things. I don’t fit in with anyone here. Or anywhere...”
“Really? That’s why you’re here? At least you are still loved at home and there’s always dinner on the table!” I screamed. The boy short as could be smiled and wiped his tears as he got off the railing.
“I’m hungry.” And then he left, as the one the day before had.
~*~
The frustration continued to build up every day as more people appeared on the rooftop, stopping me from what I was trying to do. Instead, I helped each of them deal with their issues and stopped them from doing the same thing I wanted to. It was almost like I was a real hero. What a joke.
Finally, I believed this could be the day I finally jump. Instead there was another boy. He wore an All Might jacket, almost covering the bandages on his body, but it did nothing to hide the bruise on his swollen cheek. I could tell he was going through the same issues as me.
“I just want to stop the scars that grow every time I go home... that’s why I came up here instead.” He didn’t bother smiling or trying to hide his pain. He looked empty and already dead inside.
“Hey, don’t do it, please...” I said something I couldn’t believe. There was no anger in me this time, just grief and pain. There was nothing I could do for the boy in the All Might jacket, which was new. Nothing I could do to stop him, at all. For once, I think I’ve asked someone up here to do something the other wouldn’t be able to do. We stood there for a few minutes before the boy climbed back over the railing.
“I guess today isn’t my day.” The boy sighed and left me all alone once more. I remembered my mom, who would no doubt worry if I was any later in returning home. I left as well.
~*~
My ears rung as I stood on a rooftop. It was different from the school’s. It was higher up, for example. All Might had just left me up here, telling me I couldn’t be a hero. Kacchan’s voice reverberated, as it told me to just jump off a roof. Maybe he was right.
There was no one up here, unlike at school. All it would take would be a few steps and then it’d be done. Over. No more pain. I took a few of my subscribed pills.
I took in a deep breath, setting my backpack down. I brought out a pair of scissors I carried and cut off my long braids. I slid my shoes off setting them beside the backpack which carried my All Might jacket at the bottom. This boy short as could be could jump now and have the world be that much better for it.
It was only a few steps, I told myself, my phone buzzing in my pocket.
And it was.