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This can't be happening.
He had tried so hard to do better, worked so hard just to fit in , all for nothing? What was he supposed to do now? Where was he supposed to go? What did he even do ?
He grasped desperately at the roots of his hair, unaware of the telltale signs of tearing.
Everyone was going to be so disappointed in him. He had let them down again and again. Maybe they had finally had enough of him. It was too late to fix it now.
He couldn't run - where would he go? They would find him eventually. He couldn't tell the others either, they would only get punished with him. He couldn't ask for help, or worse, mercy . He brought this on himself.
Something wet was rolling down his face, tasting salty and metallic on his tongue. He couldn't hear anything over the numbing sound of his neurotic pacing and the rampant static playing through his ears.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe .
It felt almost as if all air was escaping him.
His vision was stuttering out, leaving him seeing stars when he finally stopped his pacing about the dorm room. He settled himself on the floor before the bed, accidentally bumping his skull against the smooth mahogany of the foot board curling in on himself.
His throat was closing up, forcing him to drag himself through short, ragged breaths as he tried to fill his chest.
Nothing was making sense anymore. He felt foggy and uncentered, unable to make out even the smallest details of his surroundings.
In his panic, his fingertips accidentally brushed up against two small and blackened round scars in the crook of his neck, centimeters apart.
He stopped moving altogether.
When his vision finally faded into black, the last thing he heard before his body completely shut down, was dark, thunderous laughter.
"I'm sorry, Baba."