Sunday my suicide day

Two lost souls sit upon a rooftop at midnight. Both have had enough of the list of problems that plague their mind. Jada Raine appears to live a regular life: she has friends at school, she laughs a little too much and she finds happiness in art and music. But she hides the darkness behind her blinding light. Will she open up to anyone before it's too late?

Includes themes such as suicide/self harm/eating disorders etc so if it upsets you maybe avoid. Sorry.
This is my first fanfiction so I would love if you guys read it and commented on what I should do more of etc xx


1. Canteens,cubicles and cliques

Blazer sleeves too short from the 2 years of wearing chafed at my arms. I tuck my bangs behind my ear as I bend down to fetch my backpack from under the chewing gum peppered table. School sucks.

God (if he exists) must have heard my subconscious complaint because the hissing of the alarm soon announced that it was time for lunch. Jess and Emily run ahead and I struggle to keep up with them, even when I do, they just walk even faster. A sigh escapes my lips as I slow down.

The canteen is filling up fast, rowdy kids race through the doors and form a chaotic bustle a.k.a the panini queue. I never understand why people choose to eat those plastic, floppy pieces of processed shit. Noticing nobody is at our table yet, I turn towards the toilets.

I don't actually need to the toilet but I can't stand around looking lost amidst the chaos of the canteen. After killing time in the form of pointlessly sitting in a toilet cubicle for 2 minutes, I return to the canteen. Shit . My friendship group is forever growing and now consists of 19 girls on a table that only holds 12. The table is already pretty full so I power walk to grab one of the end spaces.

Our friendship group is the biggest in our year and there are constantly people shifting around. We don't take that stuff seriously, unlike other groups. The rest of our year is so cliquey; it's pathetic. If we are talking labels - our group is the b-list popular girls. Then there's the popular girls, who have all been fingered and god knows what at 15. Boys don't really have cliques apart from being popular/unpopular. All the other cliques are very private and quiet - especially the smart Indian girls who never talk.

My mum won't be home yet so I go back to my friend Eliza's house. After 10 minutes I decide to call me mum. "Hey when will you b-" I say through the phone before my mum cuts me off. "Look Jay, hazels locked herself in the kitchen so I can't come right now!" My mum shouts down the phone; I can hear hazel screaming followed by an object being thrown in the background. She hangs up and I turn to see Eliza heard all of it. "Is it ok if I stay a little longer" I ask, she nods in response. "You're so calm about it, doesn't it get to you? She asks as she fiddles with a fluorescent nail polish. I shrug "no I'm used to it". Bzzt Bzzt! The text message reads "don't tell Eliza" (from mum). She looks at me and smiles


Hi. Sorry it's a bit short and boring - I have never done this before and I have no clue what I'm doing! Michael will be introduced soon so don't worry - KT

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