K.O. slowly dragged his backpack across the sidewalk as he slowly walked to his house. He was hoping his mom wasn't home yet, he didn't want her to see him like this, he didn't know what she'd do.

He held his arm as he walked, slightly limping. It's been like this for weeks now, getting beat up every day behind the school by Chameleon Jr. and his friends. He was used to the verbal bullying which was going on since the beginning of the school year, but the fact they all started getting physical was something he couldn't understand.

It was all when he thought it was getting better, too. Just as he had thought they stopped, they went on and continued. This was worse than the story that was written about him back in late July / early August about him getting beat up once really badly and becoming depressed. Unlike that story, he was getting beat up multiple times, he was getting insulted so many times, and he was starting to stop caring.

He'd stop eating as much as he used to. He'd stop worrying about his own safety and self-care. He wouldn't wash himself when he showered, he'd just let the water hit him and go down the drain. When he brushed his teeth he'd barley even get the brush wet and wouldn't add toothpaste when he cleaned his teeth. He wouldn't even brush his fluffy, long and majestic hair anymore, just a few strokes and he'd put it back up the way it was.

He couldn't count how many times he'd almost let himself get hit by a car or fall off a high place. He was just hoping it would happen, but it never did.

It wasn't fair. He did nothing wrong, yet everyone was doing this to him. Torturing him in stories, seeing drawings of him getting hurt or killed, all of it was too much. He didn't know what he did to deserve this.

Finally, he reached his house, and he was relieved to find his mom's car wasn't there. He slowly opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind him. He looked around the room, dozing off into space. His home didn't seem much like home anymore, it just seemed like another place. Just another place in the cruel world that he had lived in.

He was positive one day the world would turn post-apocalyptic because of how evil everyone can be and he couldn't get even imagine the thought of living in a world like that. Fighting to survive, most of your family and friends dead or missing. That was a thought he couldn't stand.

He snapped out of his daze when he saw something that looked like a rope hanging out of the edge of the trashcan. Curiosity struck him and he walked over towards it and took it out of the trashcan. He held it in his hands, just looking at it. It seemed perfectly fine, it was sturdy and didn't have any weak points.

Suddenly, he got an idea.

Looking around, he made sure nobody was watching. He walked over to the couch with the rope in his hand and set it down next to him as he opened up his computer. He went incognito just in case his mom went on his history and searched up five words.

"How to tie a noose."

Search results came up, and from there he went and found a video. As he watched the video, he proceeded to attempt to tie the rope into a noose. He struggled the first few times, but he got it right on the third. Afterwards, he glanced at the time, making sure it would be a while until his mom got home.

3:56 pm

K.O. let out a sigh of relief. His mom wouldn't get home until 4:30, and he had more than enough time. Closing out of his computer, he grabbed the newly tied noose and tied it to a small hook where his mom hung a small paper plate doll he made for her in kindergarten. He looked at the doll, wondering what had happened to that once real smile he had at a younger age.

He just placed the doll down and pulled out his school notebook. Flipping to a blank page, he wrote something down. Afterwards, he placed it on the table in front of him. It was time now, it was time for him to end his life.

He stood on a chair, right in front of the noose. Sighing, he placed his head inside, making sure it was the right angle to snap his neck. Once it was right, he kicked the chair away, and the noose tightened around his neck as he fell into it.

He the door open, and he looked up to see who it was. He thought it was his mom coming home early, but it was actually Dendy coming over. "Hey, K.O., I was just coming over to see if you were ---"

She looked over at the beat up and bruised K.O. hanging by the noose, slightly struggling. Tears were streaming down his face but his mouth was curled up into a smile. He knew Dendy was there watching in horror and panic, and he knew he was going to die any second now.

He opened his mouth, and with the last bit of oxygen he had, he spoke to her one last time.

"Tell mommy I love her, okay?"

And with that, he stopped breathing.

(A/N) I finally updated something... It's not the best but I kinda needed to vent a little bit, so yeah. I'm fine now though if you were wondering...

I might draw this later... I dunno...

I do hope you guys enjoyed this though... Thanks for reading this... :>