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To The End
2 Reviews"I love you, remember that.", she spoke, not breaking her gaze into his eyes. "To the end.", he replied.
It was a night no one was sure to forget. There was a dance that night at the local high school. It was a formal affair, meaning the girls were in pretty, pretty dresses and the boys could be found in suits. Among the teenagers, there was one special couple. Two people that had something very special planned for that night.
The couple arrived early, earlier than the rest of the students. The girl was clad in a strapless black dress that somehow complemented her pallid complexion. Her dark hair was pulled back from her face, allowing everyone to see her deep green eyes, surrounded in slightly smudged makeup. There was one single article of clothing that stood out the most though. One red scarf, tied around her neck. From far away, it would look as if someone had taken a knife to her throat.
The boy was also a sight to see. Fitting society's definition of 'attractive', his skin had a slight tan, and he was gifted with a pair of intoxicating hazel eyes. Naturally reddish-brown hair swooped across his forehead, complementing his features. He too, was outfitted in all black, aside from one deep red tie in a mass of ebony.
They were one of the most seemingly perfect couples at the school. Many people were jealous of their relationship. However not all was as it seemed. Both of their arms bore marks of difficult pasts, loveless nights, and horrid depression. Tonight that would all end though. That was why hidden in the pockets of the boy were two vital items; a razor, and a key. A universal key to the entire school. The couple scurried up the front steps, arm in arm, and they quickly made their way into the building. Almost on auto-pilot, they found the art room in no time. This was where the key would come in handy. The boy dug the metal object out of his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole while turning it, and the aged door swung open with a huge woosh. They had no need to worry about being caught, the school wouldn't be populated for a few more minutes. That was all the time they needed. The pair speedily crossed the classroom, opening a door on the far wall. This door lead to a fire escape, which in turn gave way to the roof. The couple followed the aforementioned path, their shoes crunching on the gravel of the roof as they made thir way across it.
They were now ontop of the school's roof, right above the main entrance. Numerous cars passed them during this, which made it clear that they must do it quick. The boy sat down on the edge of the roof, with his feet hanging over the edge. The girl soon joined him in this position. She leaned towards him, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, the boy pulled out the second shiny object from his pocket. The razor gleamed in the late afternoon sun. The boy rolled up the dark sleeves of his shirt, pressed the razor perpendicular to his wrist, and drew it across his skin. He repeated this process with the other arm, and soon both were covered in a line of red. While watching this ordeal, the girl pondered their situation. Is it really worth it?, she wondered. She glanced down at her pale arms, crisscrossed with scars and decided that yes, yes it was. By the time she finished her thought process, the boy had his shaking had outstretched towards hers, the razor in his palm. She accepted the offering, copying the boy's actions. When she had finished, she stared up at the boy, attempting to piece together her thoughts. Finally she was able to.
"I love you, remember that.", she spoke, not breaking her gaze into his eyes.
"To the end.", he replied. She nodded her head in agreement, slipping her hand into the boy's and interlocking their fingers together. They looked down at the pavement of the front steps below them. The boy raised an eyebrow as if to say, ready? Neither of them would ever be ready, but it was time. People were due to arrive any minute. She nodded her head in agreement. Both of them counted to three mentally, and pushed off the edge, hand in hand.
I in no way condone suicide or self-harm. If you feel that was, talk to someone. A friend, a family member, a suicide helpline, hell even me. My inbox is always open. This idea just popped into my head and before I knew it, I had half of it written out in my head. So yeah. Just remember, suicide is never the answer.
The couple arrived early, earlier than the rest of the students. The girl was clad in a strapless black dress that somehow complemented her pallid complexion. Her dark hair was pulled back from her face, allowing everyone to see her deep green eyes, surrounded in slightly smudged makeup. There was one single article of clothing that stood out the most though. One red scarf, tied around her neck. From far away, it would look as if someone had taken a knife to her throat.
The boy was also a sight to see. Fitting society's definition of 'attractive', his skin had a slight tan, and he was gifted with a pair of intoxicating hazel eyes. Naturally reddish-brown hair swooped across his forehead, complementing his features. He too, was outfitted in all black, aside from one deep red tie in a mass of ebony.
They were one of the most seemingly perfect couples at the school. Many people were jealous of their relationship. However not all was as it seemed. Both of their arms bore marks of difficult pasts, loveless nights, and horrid depression. Tonight that would all end though. That was why hidden in the pockets of the boy were two vital items; a razor, and a key. A universal key to the entire school. The couple scurried up the front steps, arm in arm, and they quickly made their way into the building. Almost on auto-pilot, they found the art room in no time. This was where the key would come in handy. The boy dug the metal object out of his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole while turning it, and the aged door swung open with a huge woosh. They had no need to worry about being caught, the school wouldn't be populated for a few more minutes. That was all the time they needed. The pair speedily crossed the classroom, opening a door on the far wall. This door lead to a fire escape, which in turn gave way to the roof. The couple followed the aforementioned path, their shoes crunching on the gravel of the roof as they made thir way across it.
They were now ontop of the school's roof, right above the main entrance. Numerous cars passed them during this, which made it clear that they must do it quick. The boy sat down on the edge of the roof, with his feet hanging over the edge. The girl soon joined him in this position. She leaned towards him, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, the boy pulled out the second shiny object from his pocket. The razor gleamed in the late afternoon sun. The boy rolled up the dark sleeves of his shirt, pressed the razor perpendicular to his wrist, and drew it across his skin. He repeated this process with the other arm, and soon both were covered in a line of red. While watching this ordeal, the girl pondered their situation. Is it really worth it?, she wondered. She glanced down at her pale arms, crisscrossed with scars and decided that yes, yes it was. By the time she finished her thought process, the boy had his shaking had outstretched towards hers, the razor in his palm. She accepted the offering, copying the boy's actions. When she had finished, she stared up at the boy, attempting to piece together her thoughts. Finally she was able to.
"I love you, remember that.", she spoke, not breaking her gaze into his eyes.
"To the end.", he replied. She nodded her head in agreement, slipping her hand into the boy's and interlocking their fingers together. They looked down at the pavement of the front steps below them. The boy raised an eyebrow as if to say, ready? Neither of them would ever be ready, but it was time. People were due to arrive any minute. She nodded her head in agreement. Both of them counted to three mentally, and pushed off the edge, hand in hand.
I in no way condone suicide or self-harm. If you feel that was, talk to someone. A friend, a family member, a suicide helpline, hell even me. My inbox is always open. This idea just popped into my head and before I knew it, I had half of it written out in my head. So yeah. Just remember, suicide is never the answer.
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