Suitcases POV
I got on the bus, taking a seat and looking out the window at the sea of classmates all going home. Most of me was glad that I finally stood up for myself and Balloon, but I couldn't help but feel bad, dirty, like I was contaminated. I tried to keep my mind off of it but everyone was staring at me. I didn't like it at all. I heard all of the whispers, and it made me want to cry. Eventually, the bus started moving. The streets of the town weren't very busy, but I saw someone standing on top of a building. They looked familiar, but I blinked, and they were gone. I shrugged it off.
I arrived home, opening the door. Mom had gotten a job, so I was alone. I set my backpack down by a small cabinet. I paused, and looked back at it. I see a picture of me and my old family, and I sigh, picking it up. I remember back then. I miss them, but they...
"Goddammit.." I say under my breath. I put the photo down, and climb up the stairs to my room. I flop down onto the bed, trying to process what had happened that day. I hear the whispers.
You didn't fix anything
You failed him
You embarrassed yourself
You don't have a chance
You aren't important
Why do they always come back...
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Burst (OLD) (An Inanimate Insanity Fanfiction)
FanfictionBalloon goes to Insanity High school, where everyone tends to be messed up in some way. At first, he thought the only way to fit in was to be rude and bossy, but now that he is trying to change. Despite his efforts, nobody likes him (and his high-pi...
