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WEMMBU:
The court was loud and bustling, he was still waiting for the annoyingly good basketball team to wrap up their game so the volleyball team can actually play. He was good on both sports, he can easily admit that even though he doesn’t have much playtime on both because he’s just a filler most of the time.
He is fine with that as long as he can play properly.
He sat on the floor, not on the bleachers unlike most of his teammates because it’s sticky and weirdly greasy there of sweat. He was thinking. Most people would find him weird for sitting on the floor angel sitting looking like some idiot.
But really, it’s how he can think properly.
He could really be able to focus much better if the basketball team didn’t keep yelling about Flame hitting a three-pointer on the free throw. He really couldn’t give a shit if he really did that though. But now, this is the only silence he can afford at school.
The thought sprung onto his mind once the cool air of the wind from the windows started to come back.
His existence.
Not that he didn’t like himself that much to the point he’s questioning himself, just enough to start thinking what would happen if he wasn’t here. Like- gone.
He isn’t suicidal, as far as he knows his mental health is the one suicidal. He knows he really shouldn’t be thinking this and distracting himself because this is probably the only few times he actually wants to play this tine without dragging himself out of bed with his head aching. But like really.
What if he wasn’t here?
Probably dead from- not himself, just like gone??
It’d strange thought to think about, especially when he’s forced to carry and get pressured by everything and everyone. They’re really counting on him for almost everything. School the school reputation via the competitions, multiple errands and stuff. Could the world be actually different??
What would that world be like-
I would really wanna test it- no.
Not right now. When everything is on him. He’ll only leave once theres no point of existence. As much as he wants to die, annoyingly, he can’t. Everything is under him currently. School performances, and multiple things he knows himself he can only do.
His mind was focused, deep in thought. Thinking of himself, others, and multiple things that are due a few days from now.
Strangely, no one was bothering him. Flame, Egg, or even his coach should be bothering him by now. Maybe he should snap-
Insert finger snapping
Insert finger snapping
Insert finger snapping
“Yo.”
“Wemm.”
“Bro snap.”
“BRO YOUR GONNA START SOON.”
“Can you shut the fuck up.”
Wemmbu didn’t stop looking on the ground, still sitting on the floor seemingly still focused.
“I can’t. Your parents told ME I’ll have to watch you bro. If you don’t want this, I don’t too bro.”
Overprotective parents much, they already hurt him anyways. Whats the point of doing that when they’re just gonna hurt him even more than others will ever do.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Do it again.
Do it again.
His eyes stopped focusing to his hands. He looks up at Flame. He starts to sit up straight and seemingly dazed for some strange reason.
He stood up with an unreadable expression, acting like he didn’t just question his existence and having the verge of probably potentional self infliction. He scanned the room, the volleyball team started lining up and the basketball team had already sat down.
He really wishes the school would actually add a secondary court or relocate one of them so they wont need to keep sharing. They’re rich as hell, how could they not afford that.
He threw the ball, and the game started.
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