Be Careful Whatcha Wish For
~Ayano's Pov~
Of course today is gonna suck. My life's over. Taro hates me. I honestly blame Emily. I mean, her job was to make Taro like me. So she failed, useless bitch.
"Oh my god, Ayano! Taro told me what happened and I'm so sorry." she told me as I walked into school. I scowled. "No more sorrys. You really wanna show you're sorry? Die. I don't care how, just make it painful. That's the only way I'll come close to ever forgiving you" She whimpered and scurried off.
That afternoon I got a text.
Hey.
Bitch leave.
Can you please come over?
Why the hell would I?
Please? I did help you a bit.
Fine.
She texted me the street adress and I biked there.
When I got there I saw two bikes parked. One I'm assuming is Emily's cause red. Like it seems likely if she had a bike it would be red. And then another one who I dunno who the fuck owns.
Well then I saw Taro so it made a bit of sense. Not really, but a bit. "Um Emily-chan what are we here for?" "Yeah bitch? What's so damn important" She took a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Taro. "This is my will, so don't loose it." "Your what?" "Ayano-chan I'm sorry. But I'll make you feel better, just like you wanted."
Her face was a bit red along with her eyes, probably from being a bitchy crybaby. She hugged me for a quick second before pulling away and walking calmly to the curb. A glint in her eye appeared when a couple cars passed by. She wasn't serious. She didn't have the guts.
(spoiler alert. She did. Sadly. Oh well.)
Of course afterwards the event's outcome was obvious. Taro got on his phone and called an ambulance, I walked away not caring too much.
Well maybe slightly. Ya know, my mom always said causing a suicide was the closest thing to morally dificult for someone with crooked morals.
Yeah she was right.
When I got home I just layed on my bed thinking whether I should be thinking sappy shit or read manga.