Originally From: 17.08.10
Rewritten/Finished: 24.01.16
Words: 1,660
NFF, Dark, TW: Suicide (Attempt/Aftermath, Semi-Graphic)
She raised her eyes from the box sitting on the table in front of her to his smiling face, “What the hell is this?”
The corner of his mouth twitched at her tone, “P-pepperoni and pineapple.” At the continued look, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “y-you said it was your favourite, right?”
She jumped as the door opened and the other kids started to file into the room. Excited chatter quickly filled the silence as they took in the crappily hung streamers and end of year banner that was hanging behind the filled-with-food teacher’s desk. She closed the pizza box and hurried over to her seat, keeping her eyes on the floor.
“Hey,” He chased after her, unable to help his eyebrows from knitting together, “was I… did I remember wrong?”
She shook her head as she slid into her seat, “No, i-it is.”
“Okay, w-well then…” He tilted his head slightly to one side, staring holes into the side of her head as she refused to face him, “what’s the problem?”
“I-I’m just…” She rolled her shoulders and clasped her hands on top of her desk just as the teacher walked in, “I’m not used to people doing nice things for me.”
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Cop cars filled the street in front of her house and there were two parked in her driveway, no trace of the butt-ugly pink minivan. As he neared the bottom of her driveway, he noticed the yellow tape that roped off her porch, oh my God.
He couldn’t help his eyes from darting around the police who were standing around. There were a bunch of small groups, all chattering quietly to themselves. He looked around and felt a small ping of hope as he didn’t see a coroner’s van. I knew she wouldn’t have-
“Coming through!”
The yell got his attention back on the house – they were wheeling a gurney out the front door.
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