Do you ever feel like you're just waiting for a sign? To do that thing you always meant to do? Sometimes I feel I'm just standing on the edge of doing great things... But there were some things that were just holding me back. The fear of being nothing more than just worthless, to never amount to anything worthwhile... The way they just laugh at me... For so long I just wanted to know if I can be as good as I thought I could be. But I know now... I look out towards the horizon as a cool breeze hits my break, today was a foggy overcast, limiting my view of both the ocean and skyline of Volcadera Bluffs. It was cold and dense, to say the least. I know at any moment the cops will eventually reach me, knowing I don’t intend to turn myself in, not after what I’ve done. My mom and dad seeing their failure of a daughter behind bars for the rest of her life isn’t something they and I want. Especially if your father is a police commissioner that their child just massacred a dozen of her fellow classmates with his own Smith and Wesson Revolver.

But I didn’t care. He never gave a shit about me anyways... Constantly demanding and expecting while also doubting my abilities and dreams, he thinks that everything he did for me was justifiable and fair and eventually, it all works out in the end. But I know he gave up on me a long time ago. Fuck up after Fuck up just confirmed what he already knows. He raised a failure. Even Mom, with her cheerful and gentle attitude toward everything, had a bit of doubt that I could amount to something. My parents are ashamed for raising such a worthless piece of shit like me, it’s no wonder they devote their energy towards Naser in the hopes at least one of their own kids doesn’t end up like a bum.

Naser. Fucking Naser. He couldn’t even have the capacity to hate me, after everything I did to him. He simply just had to care no matter what. He just had to try for me even though I constantly told him I don’t want his help. God fucking dammit… If he simply just stopped giving shit... If he just stopped caring... I felt a rush of tears running down my cheeks. My own baby brother… The sound of sirens and screams down below made the wave of emotions feel harsher. How? How did it end up like this? The fucking assclowns here for laughing at me constantly for my show? Not even giving me a chance to show what I am capable of? Fuck them. They’re why they are two stories below dead in their own pool of piss, shit, and blood. A bunch of NPC fucks that think the same and hate anything that doesn't conform to their naive and shallow worldview. Especially that cunt Naomi. FUCK her.

As for her Reed and Trish… I know they’ll hate me for what I’ve done. I don’t expect forgiveness from them, they don’t deserve a shitty friend like me, They tolerated me enough to stand by me after so many years. But after this... I know they wouldn't... I wish they’ll be better without me. I tried to wipe my tears as I know I’m running out of time. I know what has to be done... I look down at the open gap of the torn suicide fencing. The large crowd outside as police and swat try to set up a barrier between the school’s main entrance and them. As I prepare for my final act, I hear a voice behind me

“Fang?”

With no time to react, I turn around and pull the trigger as fast as I could. The powerful recoil of the revolver bucked my wrist, I felt a sharp but quick pain from the pistol fighting against my grip. There was no time to think, only react. It could have been just an officer trying to put an end to this. But as I began to focus on what I shot at, It was a bald human in a green shirt. It was Anon... The adrenaline high fell off as I realized that the person I shot at was Anon. What’s he doing here? He’s supposed to be at home sleeping, he shouldn’t be there right now. He should be laying in bed and safe away from all of this. But here he is, with a bullet wound in his left leg. He tries to stand and face me despite his injury.

“A-Anon... WHY ARE YOU-!” I said

I hear him groaning from the intense pain

“Fang… Why…?”

“Y-You weren’t supposed to be here!”

“You shouldn’t have come here!”

“Fuck… Because… because I love you!” Anon groaned

Oh my god… Anon… The only one I didn’t want to hurt. He shouldn’t have come... He wasn’t supposed to be here. The only person who cared enough to support me. The only person that understood me. The only person that genuinely loved me for who I am... And I shot him...

“S-stay back!” I yell at him

I drop the revolver to stop myself from doing any more harm. Anon, with a hole in his left shin, begins to start limping, god knows what unbearable pain he’s in.

“Fang… Please…”

He continued limping towards me as I step back, trying to keep him away from me. Blood drips from his leg leaving a red stream of his own blood on the floor. I yell his name out to keep him away from me but yet he refuses

“Please just come downstairs with me, it’s not over, it doesn’t have to be this wa-“

I hear a sharp snap as the injured leg caves in from his weight. I see him collapsed on the floor, he looks weak and faded, and the amount of blood dripping from him is enough to fill a shallow pool around him, he turns his head to me.

“Please, come down with me…”

“Oh-oh god. Oh my god. S-stop.” I plead to him but to no avail

He claws with whatever strength he has left in him. I step back about as much as I could until there was no ground beside the ledge overshadowing a three-story fall down. There’s nowhere else to go. I never wanted this. I never wanted to hurt him. I can’t even protect those I love, especially from myself...

“Fang… Look at me… Back away from there please…”

“It’s not over… Stay with me here, please…”

“Don’t leave me alone…”

“Please…”

I’m standing on the ledge of a three-story down to the pavement, the police are shouting in their megaphones but all I could focus on was Anon. I realize now it was too late now, there was no other choice. I need to end this now. For my short time with him, these past few months have been the best in my life. I think if things turn out differently… I would want to be with him for the rest of my life, to start a family with him, to grow old together until our dying days. I wish I could have been better for everyone, for him. I look into his eyes as he did the same. I lent out a smile. Thank you for everything you have done for me...

 

I’m sorry…

 

I love you…

 

I let go of my balance as the earth pulls me down towards it. The rush of wind hits my wings and back with a drag that I felt like I was on a rollercoaster. I let my body loose as gravity takes hold of me. In the finals seconds before I hit the pavement, I see myself on top of a hill, I see an older anon with a little ptero girl as she plays around a toy airplane, and I see myself right there with him as we lay in the shade, I think that’s our daughter... She reminds me of when I was a kid. They look happy together... I mean... We look happy together. She comes rushing towards anon and my older self. We all come together in a family hug...

And then darkness takes over…