Ninjago: the little ants go marching
Cole didn’t want to die feeling a burst of abandonment, he wanted to run up.
I’m just gonna leave this here while I decide whether or not to expand.
wc: 290 !!tw: suicide (ideation/planning)
The dorm room was four stories above the ground. The ground in this region was basically solid rock covered by those pathetic squares of turf. The sidewalk wasn’t an target option because... well, it would stain, and, considering the walls of this dorm building, these minimum wage landscapers didn’t at all know what a power washer was.
The west window was taped and painted over, but still completely functional. His roommate used to smoke out of it so much before he dropped out. However, the memories were just too much, believe it or not Cole didn’t want to die feeling a burst of abandonment, he wanted to run up. West window it was.
From the height he was situated, Cole would reach enough velocity to, if angled right, break just the important things, no unnecessary unsightly wounds. It may have been a campus-wide break, but there were still students here and there, he didn’t wanna scar them.
Briefly, he wondered if Kai would be particularly traumatized, a cruel thing really, then remembered his roommate had left for his sister’s military wedding and never came back. The room never did recover from that, mattress stripped bare, the posters left marks on the wall like marks upon fair skin.
Cole regretted not going back to Ignacia with him, but it had been midterms and he wasn’t too fond of dancing his way to a degree on his father’s back porch.
It was too late now. His phone had finally gone silent after hours of blowing up. People had finally gotten tired of asking about his sudden lack of answering and filled their mouths with other drama and gossip to pass the time. They always had no problem assuming the worst of him.