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!Warning! Attempt of suicide! Read at your own risk!

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  Fresh woke up sore. Yesterday was a mess, like any other day since he started actually going to school and not homeschooling. Error and Geno were going to school, too, now that Geno was a lot better and Error was feeling better that Geno was better.

  There was these... bad kids that hurt Fresh all the time. No one knew about this. Probably because Fresh never really mentioned it to anyone. He didn't want them to think that he was weak, just like those kids were saying all the time.

  So Fresh woke up. The reason of the sore was those bruises and little cuts that those bad kids did. These bruises and cuts were everywhere on his body. Ribs, legs, arms, ankles, spine, head, eye socket and so much more. It hurt to touch anything, even if it was fluffy.

  Fresh yawned as he straightened himself off. 'Rad... Another day of school. I wish Deccy could come, too...' Fresh thought while standing and looking at nowhere but the wall. He wore his neon 90s style clothes and put his glasses on. There was another huge bruise on his right eye sockets. He needed to hide it.

  The neon skeleton went to downstairs to see Error and Geno already awake. Was he really that late? This was the first ever time that they were awake earlier than him.

  "Good morning, Fresh!" Geno said happily.

  Crayon must have heard Geno, because she turned around and greeted him as well.
 
  "Good morning, sweetie!"

  "'Mornin' Ma! Mornin' brahs!" Fresh said 'happily'. He quickly sat on one of the free chairs. And started eating. He didn't want to eat. He didn't have the appetite. He just ate a pancake and he already felt full.

  Some minutes later, when everyone was ready, they all begun walking to school. They were all old enough to walk the school. When they arrived at school, their classes separated. They were too far away from each other. It was like they weren't even in the same school, which made it easier to make Fresh get hurt.

  The lesson was started. As always, Fresh was listening to the teacher closely, even though being the smartest kid in the whole class. Because of his 90s style clothing and acts, everyone would think that Fresh was just a troublemaker.

  When the class was finally over after almost one hour, the class was dismissed. There was still one more lesson to lunch. Fresh stood up with his goofy old smile to meet up with his bros. They would do that everyt recess if Fresh wasn't getting hurt by others. When they asked it, Fresh would just say that he had to go to the library to study.

  Those kids were nowhere to be seen right now. They were separated in different classes. Sigjing in relief, Fresh walked to their meeting spot with his brothers.

  Too bad, though. Looks like some else people were there... Geno and Error must have gotten to the library. But the worst part is that Fresh knew these kids so well. He knew how much they liked to mess and hurt him mentally and physically. High School wasn't always the best woth bullies...

  "Hey, isn't it that freak?" One of the kids asked while pointing at the neon skeleton, causing the others to look at him as well.

  "Hell, yeah, it is!" The other said with a scoff and a smirk.

  "What are ya doing here, ya worthless nightmare? Ya want some more beating up or somethin'?" The third one asked while shouting at him. No one was there, probably because the place they were in was some secret place.

  Fresh's eye sockets widened as his shades went blank. This wasn't the time for this! If Geno and Error found out this was happening, what would he say?

  Fresh started to walk back without thinking. That was until he felt he hit someone. The neon one turned around to see the 'leader' of the 'bully gang'. He was a huge guy. He also looked pretty scary.

  "Heh. What do we have here again? You can't get enough if getting hurt all the time?.. Oh, but it's okay! After all, we can't get enough of hurting you, too!"

  Fresh walk away again, not being able to find anywhere to escape. Guess he had to accept his fate. He was in a circle of a lot if tough bullies, after all.

  While Fresh was still looking around, a hand pushed him from his back to the other kids' hands. That kid pushed Fresh to some other kid. Fresh was feeling nauseous because of being pushed  too much.

  After some more moments of pushing and pulling Fresh and making him feel sick, one if them threw him into the ground. There was a crack sound if some bones breaking. Fresh's breath hitched as his breaths became shaky. He hissed in pain.

  "Hehe. Already broke a bone, there, ya useless parasite?" One of them said.

  With all his energy, Fresh turned around to face that kid. The neon and now hurt skeleton looked at the bullies with pleading eyes.

  "P-please... S...stop..!"

  "Or wat'cha gonna do, eh? Report us to to yer brothers? Why would they even believe ya? Ya don't even matter to them!"

  Fresh whimpered, still in pain mentally and physically. He knew three wouldn't any way out of this. Now he was convinced that he had to accept his fate. Maybe he would just die and get away from all these tortures. So he closed his eye sockets to show that he gave up. Once he did so, punches, kicks, slaps were everywhere on his body. His face, mostly.

  Fresh was slowly losing consciousness as the kids broke his bones and hit his skull. It hurt so much. However, Fresh didn't even had the time to make a single noise because of the rapid hits on his everywhere.

  After some moments, Fresh was bleeding. From his nose, cracks and mouth. He was losing blood, as well. He had so much cracks on his bones and it made everything just worse and worse.

  Eventually, the small skeleton passed out. His lifeless eyesockets went dark, leaving a creepy sight along with the blood and cracks. The kids stopped, looking at Fresh with confused and scared eyes. Did they kill Fresh? As the little cowards they are, they ran while panting, scared, leaving Fresb to turn to dust.

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*You still feel the pain. Did you wake up?

*Your sight is blurry, but you can still see.

*Your everywhere hurts, like you've been crushed by a truck.

*You can't move any part if your body.

*No one seems to be there.

*With all your might, you scream for help...

*...

*But nobody came...

  Fresh sighed. Wasn't nobody really here? Didn't anybody hear him? Well, it wasn't like he could yell that much, but he thought it was enough... Looked like it wasn't enough, though.

  Fresh stood up very slowly and carefully to not to harm his all sore and damaged body hurt more. It felt impossible to do move, but there Fresh was, using all of his energy to stand up. He was pretty close to the nurse's office. So he decided to go there instead and ask to get home early.
 
  Fresh took a step once he stood up. Bad choice. He was about to lose his balance and this just made it hurt even more. The neon skeleton winced, them took his way to the nurse with some broken bones to heal them all with magic and get the day off.

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  Fresh finally made it home. Crayon would be at a convention of she wasn't home. And looked like she was in a convention. Fresh silently went to his room, his body aching in pain while taking the stairs.

  Nobody was home. Error and Geno were already at school and probably didn't even know that Fresh was home. They would probably search the whole school and then go to home to see Fresh.

  The neon skeleton who was feeling a paralyzing agony closed his door once he got to his room. He fell down slowly, leaning onto the door. He looked at the little cracks on his hands, arms and legs. He didn't need any of those.

  One of the things that Fresh knew was that there was a knife in the closet in case something bad happened... This situation seemed bad.

  Without really thinking about this, Fresh walked over to his closet to open it and get the sharp knife. He looked at it for seconds which seemed like hours. All these memories were flashing in his head.

  "They don't care about you! You mean nothing to them!"

  "Everyone can live without you. You have no meaning in life!"

  "You are just a worthless parasite! You just let everyone use you. Pathetic!"

 
  Fresh didn't want to remember these. He leaned his spine on the wall as he slipped down again. He kept looking at the knife and imagining his own blood on it, his imagination going to a more bloody way.

  The little skeleton looked at his arms. He didn't deserve them. He didn't need them. Why did he even have them while he wasn't even going to be able to keep them safe?

...

  It was his first time to ever harm himself. He cut his wrist bone as hard as he could, the purple magical blood leaking through it at the moment it was cut.

  He cut one more.

  Blood..

  One more...

  More blood...

  And yet, one more

  A puddle of blood.

  Until his vision became blurry. His eye sockets were closing without him wanting it. Somehow, tears were formed in his eye sockets as well.

  The last thing he heard was his door being shut open and his name being called repeatedly before he blcaked out.

"FRESH!"

Hello! Sorry for the bad ending, buy who knows? Maybe Fresh survived that..?

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