As I stood on the checkered floor of the school’s rooftop, I peered out at the well-maintained campus below. I could see the telltale signs that told me spring was on its way. Flowers were beginning to bloom and the weather was becoming less chilly. Soon enough the campus grounds would be filled with a plethora of vibrant colors, mixing into the green leaves that were already present. As I looked towards the brick paths of the school, I could see red roses beginning to reveal themselves amongst the path’s bushes.
Once, a long time ago, I had been particularly fond of the roses that grew on campus. The red petals of the roses never failed to remind me of a certain someone. I thought I would never tire of seeing the roses bloom in the spring, but now I hoped I’d never see them again. After spending so much time seeing the same roses every spring, seeing the same of everything, no matter how hard I tried to change things; absolutely everything had become dull. I wish I could be free.
I had delved too deep into my thoughts. Thinking too hard about my situation always got me into trouble. I had been there before, with urges to end my life in some way or another. It’s not like dying ever solved anything anyways.
I had tried committing suicide before, but I only woke up alive in my bed on the first day of school. Without fail, no one around me would have any recollection of anything that happened before. My friends and family would always be completely wiped clean of the memories they made, for better or for worse. Time after time, the results were always the same. I’m always given nothing but another year and more feelings of loneliness and isolation. I closed my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.
As I stood with my eyes closed, a familiar laugh rang out as arms wrapped around me from behind, breaking me out of my train of thought. A gasp broke from my lips in surprise. I hadn’t thought that anyone would find me up here.