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"Suicide... didn't think this was how my life would end... I should've expected this though..."

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"But still... it hurts so much..."

Hello.

My name is Jaune Arc and I am a student of Beacon... or at least I was one.

Now... I'm just on the grounds right outside Beacon with blood pooling around me. I can almost hear the silent dripping of blood leave my body if I focus hard enough.

You are probably asking yourself... why would I do this?

I mean, it's not like I lost everything...

Well...

You would be right...

But also, you would be wrong...

For you see... I may not have lost everything...

But, I lost the most important thing...

My friends...

"Jaune!"

"Jau-"

Flashback... two weeks before failed suicide attempt...

It has been two weeks since my transcripts have been discovered. They still haven't forgiven me.

"I'm sorry... please! Forgive me..."

They wouldn't even let me look them in the eye as I asked for forgiveness.

The entire school soon found out afterward and since then they have treated me unkindly. A failure I should attest as my desk is marked with permanent ink,,,

I was later confronted by Ozpin, the Headmaster himself. But, he reassured me that he knew of the fake transcripts. He even told me to stay even though the rest of my classmates hate my guts.

For some reason, I wanted to believe him when he told me that I had potential and that my willingness to become a hunter has made the teachers find me endearing.

So I stayed... even if things didn't get any better from there.

Right now, I am on the way to combat class.

Really, I was entertaining the thoughts of just... ending it, you know?

It doesn't help that my aura seems to agree with me... with all the cut marks on my wrist leaving evidence of my shame.

When I entered the class just as the bell rang, eyes from every corner of the room glared at me. But among the sea of stares, there was but one who doesn't seem to find me a complete waste of time. But sadly, I can't find them.

I walked towards the corner of the room, the safest spot I can take my seat as others keep avoiding me or throw sneering remarks. I've become accustomed to their jeers and the ones who keep tripping me over had made it a challenge to cause me even more harm before our teacher arrives.

In this case, Yang is the one who successfully trips me this time. It wasn't like it was that hard as I was mostly minding every other foot out trying to trip me on the way too.

I looked up and saw her smiling. I would have returned the smile at any other time if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were red. It wasn't hard to see the emotions in them, ones I have become accustomed to Anger and Joy.

Her anger is from the fact I was even near her and her joy is probably caused by the fact I looked the fool who tripped over himself.

Laughter echoed out as I lift myself up. The only ones who weren't laughing were teams RWBY and NPR.

It wasn't difficult to notice the reason why as they were wearing heavy frowns and disappointed looks.

I try not to tear up in front of them.

But every day has become a challenge not to break in front of everyone around me...

"Silence!"

Glynda Goodwitch shouted furiously to the rowdy crowd. The class was silent after that. "Mr. Arc, please take your seat."

A noted the concern on her tone but I shook my head. I got up and head for my seat. I kept my head down as I try to ignore everyone else.

The class went on as normal as soon as I sat down. A match was being decided as I controlled my breathing. Try and get myself psyched up for the class, you know?

Near the end of the class, there were only a few people left who haven't been selected to fight... until my name was called that is...

"Jaune Arc, please come down to the arena," Goodwitch called. I head my way down the steps as I turned to the screen to see who was going to kick my sorry butt this time... only to choke. "Ruby Rose, please come to the arena."

Great.

I had to fight Ruby.

The one person who was probably the angriest among all my friends.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't fight.

But I didn't have a choice.

So, I willed myself to move towards the arena to get the match started. We went our separate ways as we changed to our combat gear. On our way back, I saw Ruby already there with her scythe deployed and everything. I took my spot and made a stance, praying that this match would end sooner rather than later.

"Begin."

And just like that Ruby started her onslaught.

A swipe here and a slash there as I tried to avoid or block the ongoing strikes.

Soon, I found myself disarmed as my shield went flying. It was then I had to endure pot shots at me to try and lower my aura. Some of them were aimed at spots that sent shivers down my spine and nearly caused me to vomit. I was powerless from the assault as my aura neared the red. At the last moment, for reasons I'll never find out, she decided to finish the fight with a swipe towards my armor.

The swing hits me. But not only did it hit, but it also took my breastplate along with parts of my shirt and hoodie.

I stood there shirtless.

My mind froze as it processed the fact that my bare torso was exposed for the whole class to see.

All over my arms... were very clear cuts and ugly scarring around them.

You could practically hear a pin drop from the sudden silence around me.

The implications for the numerous scars on my arms aren't lost to anyone.

All eyes were on me and my body starts to shake. However, the one that finally broke me was the look on Ruby's eyes as they widen with shock.

I couldn't take this anymore.

I ran out of there with what strength I had left.

I didn't stop running.

I couldn't stop.

It was too much. The pain was too much and I couldn't bear it anymore.

So, when I finally made it outside I was on my knees desperately gasping for air in tears.

It hurts so much... I wasn't wrong!

I-I wanted to be a hero so much that I cheated my way in...

It isn't wrong to want to become a huntsman... it isn't wrong to want to become a hero...

So... why does it hurt so much to keep going...?

These questions run through my mind as my vision clears and noticed my sword still held in my grip.

Without really thinking about it, I raised my sword towards me... the point directly towards my chest. With one deep breath and stealing my resolve, I plunged my blade deep into my chest.

I felt my world go on fire as blood spilled my lips before I started violently coughing out blood.

I fell forward, my head meeting the cool hard ground.

So this is where I am right now, remembering the last few days of my life as my blood was leaving my body.

I felt my eyes go heavy as death waited at the other side. I can feel a coldness take me away and I was about to reach out when I heard a noise.

"Jaune!"

It was from Miss Goodwitch. She ran towards me as soon I saw her stockings hit the floor beside me. I lifted my head up slightly... or I tried to but I was losing my strength. So my bleary eyes as hard as they can to focus and look at my concerned Professor.

As I did, I saw our strictest teacher showering my face with tears.

"Jaune... Jaune, listen to me." She called as her hand was placed on my cheek. It was warm, I silently thought as I absently stare at her. "Stay with me, please. I already called for help so you have to hold on."

Was that fear laced in her tone?

"M-Miss Goodwitch... I-I'm s-s-sorry..." My head was getting heavy as I choked out my words. "S-sorry fo-for-for be-ing-" I hacked as blood spilled from my lips, "a... fai... l... u.. r.. e..."

"Jaune?"

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"Jaune!?"

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"Jau-"

Hi everyone and welcome to this short entry of my first fanfic story. I'm not going to give a lot about myself but I can say that I'm a high school senior and anything other than that is my personal biz. Anyway, I know that this idea is used often and all the other fanfics like this one are dead or given up on but I promise to try and be better. I may not be a great writer but I can still try to satisfy some people with this.

I'll try and update when I can but with school, it could be every week or longer. I don't want to get hopes up but I first want to test the waters of this and if it turns out pretty good then I'll try and get more consistent. Feel free to give me reviews but if you have something bad to say please to don't say it or at least try not to sound mean. Also feel free to tell me about spelling errors or what I could do to make the story better. Bye!

BTW: There is going to be a relationship with Jaune but waiting to the story gets a bit bigger before I start with the poll.

Beta Corner:

Story Revised 1-30-2019. Hope you guys enjoy it.