As soon as the door slammed behind me, I could hear Andy's upset voice screaming.

"Do you see what you have done! She must have heard everything!"

I didn't want to see him anymore. For the first time in weeks I wished I had never met him.

After running to my locker and getting my stuff I slammed the metal door and left. I could barely believe how upset I was. The anger was mainly directed towards myself. How could I've let him get so far under my skin? I knew he was going to break me. I fucking knew. I knew he missed her. He even told me so.

How could I've been so fucking blind?

Since I only lived a few blocks from the school, I walked back home. Well, ran would be more accurate. I wanted to get away from Andy, away from the life at school. Away from everything.

My shoes felt like they were going to tear at any second. The soles of my feet were sore from the small pieces of gravel still left inside. My eyes felt like someone were constantly dripping acid in them. I wanted to rip my hair out, I wanted to scar myself. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being used, pushed around. I was tired of everything that was my teenage life.

I locked the door open, tears still falling down my eyes. The bag I carried was tossed on the floor and I sat down on the carpet. My own stupidity was killing me, and a realization hit me. The scars of the past would never heal.

You are human garbage and a waste of oxygen. Some day you'll die, and the world will be much better.

The quote hit me like a punch in the face. Of course he would do this, he never loved me. He never wanted me for a god damn second. It was all in purpose of humiliation. Exactly what I had told myself that morning after the party. Exactly what I had thought all the time. "Don't let him get to you" I had thought. Yet I let him do this to me. But I wasn't gonna let him win.

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I jerked the window of the attic open and stepped outside. It was slightly colder than in the morning, and it didn't get any more comfortable by the chilly winds that were blowing. The soreness underneath my feet got worse as I walked across the uneven surface that made up the roof. The tiny rocks inside the shoe pushing against my foot like nails. But it would all soon be over.

I was contemplating suicide.

The thought scared me for a second. I could jump, but did I really want to? A better question was probably "should I"?

I had my family. But they were away. Where were they when I needed them? I had my friends, but they were busy. I had Andy, but he was the one causing me to do this. What legacy did I have? Who would I be if I jumped?

In my doubt, I decided to call Jenna. I needed someone to convince me that this was the wrong thing to do. As much as I wanted to just leave the face of the earth, I needed to call her. She was the one person I still cared about.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Hello Iris?"

"Jenna, I need you to talk me out of something."

"Where are you?"

"The roof. I want to jump and I-I need you to convince me not to." I was crying.

"Oh my god!!" She scream out of shock. "At your house? I'll be there as soon as I can! Please don't leave me! Stay with me on the phone, alright!"

I cried as I nodded. Hopefully she knew me well enough to understand the gesture.

"How did this happen?" She was still screaming, obviously terrified.

"I...I overheard Andy and A-Ashley in the b-bathroom, and it made understand that A-A-Andy was using me. I-I was just part of his plan."

"What the fuck! Okay, calm down Iris, calm down. Just take it easy, I'll be there in a minute."

"O-okay...I'll try to..."

"Please be patient. Think about everyone out there who loves you. You have me, you have Phoenix! You have your parents for christ's sake!"

"My parents are never there for me. The only one I have is you!" I said in the phone, still crying.

"Even if that is the case, isn't one love enough! And think about it, do you really wanna be remembered as the girl who killed herself because of heartbreak?"

I took two steps back and looked down as I heard the car pull up on the driveway. Did I want to be that girl, the girl who got her heart broken and killed herself?

Jenna ran into the yard and hung up the phone.

"Please Iris, don't jump! You have everything to live for! And if no one else loves you you always have me!"

I had zoned out at this point and no other noises were able to enter my barriers. The heart-broken girl who killed herself? The girl who couldn't stand a little heartbreak?

Another familiar voice appeared. This one was way darker, gritty, raspy.

"Don't do it Iris! Please!"

In that moment, I realized it wasn't about heartbreak. It wasn't about love. I was tired of being bullied. I was tired of having to be afraid to go to school. I didn't want to be humiliated any more. I didn't wanna be a punching bag.

"I'm sick of being bullied, and being a punching bag! I don't want this anymore!" I screamed, my tears flooding heavily.

My thinking ability stopped completely. I was zoned out, couldn't think of anything but death, death, death.

"Goodbye Andy"

I took a last step and leaped right out into the air.

Notes

Cliffhanger! Nah, but there will be more really soon.

This chapter was extremely dramatic, I know. Maybe a bit too dramatic. Remember, Iris was bullied for years before the first chapter, and a lot of it may or may not have been more harsh than the examples mentioned.

I was so happy to hear the positive comments from the last chapter, therefore I kind of feel bad for writing such a depressing chapter. But there will be more, I promise. It is not over yet.