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A.N
I realize Corpse had to drop out of school very young. But in this story they're both in College :)
It's gonna be fairly slow burn
TRIGGER WARNING!
This story contains mentions of depression and anxiety
———————— {Corpse pov}
Why am I even here?
In this classroom learning things I'll forget as soon as exams are over.
In this college that costs so much for no reason.
In this town where I have no friends and no family.
In this world.
Why am I still living? I don't have anything to live for.
Don't wanna live but too scared to die... what a sick joke.
So here I am. Sitting in the back of this big classroom filled with people I couldn't care less about.
Honestly the only reason I wanted to go here is because I wanted to get out of the shit hole that I called my home for my entire life up until now.
The teacher was only setting up so I didn't have to pay attention just yet. So I turned my attention to the door. Students were still filtering in and I spun a pencil in my fingers watching them all join their friends.
I wish I had my butterfly knife, I got in trouble last time I brought it to school though. Apparently it was a "safety violation"
It didn't even have a real blade, I brought a training one. Pussies.
I watched as students laughed and smiled at each other, having fun. I had to scoff at that.
Friends. Didn't have those.
Laughter. Not in years.
It wasn't good to be jealous at others and wish them bad. I just couldn't help it, because I knew that I would never have what they do.
One student pissed me off more than anyone. Sykkuno.
He was popular, friends with everyone, too nice for his own good. Overall just such a great fucking person with great fucking grades and a great fucking life and I fucking hated it.
Coincidentally Sykkuno walked in just then. He started walking over to his main friend group, but paused and looked up at me as if he could sense I was looking him. Sykkuno smiled and waved hello.
Bitch.
He always said hello to me. He was the only one who ever paid any attention to me at all. I bet he pities me. Who doesn't. I didn't know why he pays attention to me. All I know is that
I hate him.