"Argh!" I screamed in final frustration.
"Where are you going, K-chan?"
"Why are you hanging out with them? Hang out with me."
"You want to play a game? Let's play together."
"I'll always protect you. Always..."
"You are not alone."
"You are special."
"I love you!!!"
"Stay with me forever!!!"
All those screams to me were no one but from my big band of followers. How I even got a big band of followers, I will never understand? But 8 of them, 8 annoying, stupid, crazy males, they kept pursuing me like mad! What did I even do to get their attention?
Sure, I'm a 17 year old star of my school. A performer superstar who would one day achieve greatness, everyone said. And some people were jealous of that. That I can handle.
What I cannot handle were the crazy fans who wanted to protect me from those haters, especially the 8 who will not remain named.
At one point, it became so harassing that I couldn't even take it anymore.
So, I did the one thing I found absolutely reasonable.
I took my own life.
Nothing dramatic for an exaggerated person like me, but a simple overdose of pills.
At first, like anyone else, their life flashes before their eyes, up until where they were going to end it with a simple act.
The memories were those of a happy child, a normal childhood, an opportunistic person, a star-changing teen, found by many people.
I remembered where it all started, high school, where I found the talent to become a star. Sure, the X factor helped. And fame was absolutely lovely, as every teen would have imagined it would be.
Then, one event after another.
8 boys falling into place.
So enamored to me that I couldn't breathe at all now.
So, why not stop breathing now?
It was sad, in a way, that those clingy excuse of males, had changed my outward perspective of life, had turned, using the Japanese word, yandere to the point of pyscho that it became unbearable.
My family would miss me.
My friends would mourn for me.
But it's been months and nothing at all has changed.
I looked at the bottle of pills, thinking the depressing memories that changed my life so drastically.
Then, immediately, I swallowed them.
"K-chan!" The door opened, and it was one of those 8, the first actually, who started the ball rolling.
"What are you doing?!" He gasped.
At that point, I closed my eyes, not wanting my last image to be of the cause of my ruin and despair, but of happier memories and times before all this mess.
I started making convulsing noises, falling onto the bed where I sat, the pills doing their work.
"K-chan!!!!" I heard that filth scream, but I barely heard him.
I smiled one last time, thinking of Death and how it will finally released me from this sad burden.
When the darkness claimed me, I was in black space, unthinking and unfeeling, everything bad gone.
It was simply sad to say what happened next showed me how wrong I was.