As he walked down the halls of the school, he couldn't help but feel all the eyes that stared at him, glowered at him, judged him, and all around shunned him. It wasn't right, he hated this feeling, yet he welcomed it. It was only right, right? To have so many people hate him. Believe him to be some type of disastrous being. To have ended the life of someone, someone so close to him, someone who had a great influence on so many of the students that littered the halls of this school. To her team, to all her other friends... He believed he should be thought like that. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it have been him? Why couldn't he have been the one to die that day? It wasn't even her fault. She wasn't even all for getting in the car after listening to the words of other people that tried to make them stay, but no, he had to push her to believe that nothing would happen, just like he always did with their group. To push the limits of things, to not have a care in the world about what would or could happen should he do something. A fool really, but that was who he was. Or who he used to be rather. But if he had listened to her, and everyone else, she would be here, right now, and he wouldn't be hurt. He wouldn't have hurt his other best friend either... Chance Smith sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, bruises still covering his caramel colored skin, scars from the glass that cut into his skin still present, permanent. He didn't try to hide them. There was no point; everyone knew already and it's not like he could change it. Oh but how he wished he could though. As the eighteen year old neared his locker he listened to the murmurs of the other students as he walked past them, his held held low out of shame, embarrassment. He felt guilty, ashamed, and all around devastated. He still had yet to get over the event, but it's not like being in this town, going to this school, seeing the people here and being around his family and her family didn't help much either. It continued to remind him of that day. That mistake. Chance could feel his throat beginning to tighten as thoughts of that night swirled around his mind. How things could have been different, how things could have been better. Now he was stuck in a life that he didn't want to live with anymore. The guilt was too much; he had lost too much. But taking himself out would be too easy. It wouldn't be right. But still... When he got to his locker he leaned against his, his head resting against the cold metal as he sighed.