A/n: Corpse is 14 beginning highschool (you helped him stay sort of. They/them for pronouns. And I am not sexualizing Corpse here. Its like an image of corpse (my version) so it's not really corpse.
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"Are you sure? I'm sorry I wasn't the best to protect you it's just these assholes don't know when to stop."

"Y/n, don't apologize for something you can't control. But it's final, one month left and I'm fucking leaving here. Fuck them and that's final, I don't know if I'm texting you anymore. I don't know shit anymore."

Corpse, or so he called himself that for the time being kept lightly massaging his neck. His voice barely audible from his acid reflex, he fixed his hair to cover his eyes more.

His voice became deeper after the first few weeks which was normal at the time being. Until one day in the classroom I realized he was holding his chest and neck, shivering at this point.

"Please tell me what's wrong..." My voice rasped, holding back tears, he shook his head violently keeping his eyes on the board. "F...uck..." He held his mouth charging out of the classroom. Me and two other guys ran out and watched him throwing up in the bathroom."FUCK!"

From the sounds of it, he didn't make the toilet...

I opened my arms to hug him around his waist, he sighed at the sight. What could he be thinking? His few friends holding him tight for everyone to see? Another dumb reason to be laughed at, he pushed me away lightly. Moving my chin to a group of kids staring and pointing.

"Assholes..." He whispered, mouthed it out to shut them up, flipping the finger while picking up his backpack.

"Want me to walk you to class? I know it's embarrassing but-", he shook his head and walked to class. Leaving me sitting at the table alone again, it's probably going to happen more. I should be used to it.

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"Why haven't you tried me daddy?" Two girls mocked him, he put his sandwich down to cover his face. They laughed more trying to catch his attention from the other table.

"That's just fucking disgusting dude, everyday?" He nodded, he bit his hand lightly to calm himself down. "They ain't even cute. Damn!" Mark (not markiplier) played on his phone.

"I want them to stop...it's stupid"

"We gotta change tables Corpse, I swear. They're messing with us, we've been finding trash in our backpacks, please tell me the doctors know what to do." Corpse opened his bag to take a browning banana slice and picked up his notebook. He handed it to Mark and slowly threw his head down.

Mark read the note, slowly moving his hand to cover his mouth. "Nothing? No pills?"

"They think I'm too young to take pills, so I have this for a few more years."

"Stupid man..." He patted his friend, he groggily groaned, the constant catcalling from girls pissed him off. It echoed his head, he wanted to leave faster, to leave this godforsaken hell. But he looked at his phone to open a message from you.

'Doctors appointment for stomach pain, I'm sorry Corpse.'- Y/n💜

"Y/n?" He asked. Corpse replied with 'another appointment.' He shook his head understanding the situation.

"Let's move out of here, these girls can't shut up." Mark raised his friend to walk out of the cafeteria to the library.

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The two sat down at a wooden table waiting for the bell to ring, Corpse started chugging water to relieve his acid reflex, the librarian shushed him for making too much nice with the plastic crinkling. He whispered a sorry and looked at the books, the words were weirdly blurry but he didn't pay much attention. Probably from being tired since he didn't sleep much last night.

*Ring Ring*

"That's our cue, see ya." Mark took his bag to class, Corpse stayed a bit to listen to his thoughts, he couldn't comprehend the entire situation. Usually having Y/n helping him calm down he ignored his problems to his friends.

Lately Y/n was been going to the doctor for stomach problems, no other explanation. Just a few hours of nothing until she came back with a restless smile, her stomach aching and her appetite high.

He slowly closed his eyes trying to wonder if anything bad was happening, she often pushed her meals away with sad eager eyes. Was she okay?

"Get to class sweetie." He opened his eyes to look at the window. The morning sun showing already, he walked out to see a message from you.

'Back from the doctor, where are you?'

'Corpse it's 10 a.m. why aren't you in class?'

'Mark said you were in the library last, be there soon.'

It was eleven a.m. and he slept through most of his morning, he's getting more than talking with his friend. Walking out of the library he saw you quickly shuffling from the bathroom.

"The teachers are worried! They're about to call your mom Corpse!" The dark haired male rubbed his face, you grabbed his hand to take him to the next class.

"I'm leaving soon, what's the point?"
"The point is you're getting in trouble for not listening! Hurry and make your excuse!"

A big sigh erupted from him while he thought of ways to excuse himself from getting detention.

Finally at class the teacher looked at you two angrily, Corpse defended himself with a sorry and 'I was sick again.' You helped defend him until this time it wasn't enough and she planned on calling his mother.

You two sat at the seats angrily, with him handing over a paper to your direction. "Read it after a month, when I'm gone." He whispered to you. Holding your hand tight, causing a small pain from your throat, you choked back tears. He slowly shushed and held your cheek, saying it was okay.

He was betting on that promise.