Mature themes and Spoilers Ahead, you have been warned

Disclaimer: I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club

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She sat on her bed, tear stained eyes looking at her creation swinging idly before her. It was an abomination, something that should never have been crafted by her hands. Yet there it was, swinging gently from side to side waiting to support her.

She swallowed at a lump that had tightened in her throat as she recalled the last conversation she had had and wondered whether she'd still be feeling the same way had the conversation gone differently. She had heard what he had had to say and she believed it had come from the heart. Regardless whether what they said was right or wrong, this was the outcome and it would have been the last time she ever heard his voice.

Ever saw his face.

They said that there was always light at the end of the tunnel. The problem was that she wasn't stuck in a tunnel and she realized that now. She was stuck in a well, the light above her would never grow closer nor further and would forever be out of her grasp, nothing but a fleeting hope. She would forever remain there, the voices from up above her nothing more than echoes by the time they reached her ears.

She stood up.

His voice always rang the loudest and allowed her to put on a brave face every day. He could be counted on to be the supportive one, just the sound of his voice reassured her that everything would be okay in the end. It never would be.

She stood on the chair.

Those around her, the members of the Literature Club would be saddened by her sudden departure but she knew that they would pay it no mind. Her life down in the well was but a fleeting existence to begin with. They would be momentarily saddened by fall but they could likely bond together better as a result.

We will.

Perhaps this was for the better; everyone would be happier later on in life without her there.

We will be.

Her creation wrapped itself around her neck and she took one final breath.

Fall.

Her eyes opened and there she was, trapped at the bottom of the well with the resource in front of her to finally escape. To finally be free from this nightmare. But there in front of her was something else, something she had not expected to see.

A rope.

A rope dangling in front of her, it's length carrying to the surface she had not seen in so long. Up there, looking down on her were her friends, beckoning her to come join them. Could she climb so far though, knowing that were she to fall she would find herself in the same position once more? Every time she climbed she would get that little bit closer, meaning that the fall would be all the greater. If she fell from too high, there was no guarantee she would get back up again. Yet still they beckoned her, they wanted her to be with them.

She blinked and once more she found herself standing in her room, atop the chair which held her life. A reflection of her image in her bedroom mirror showed just what predicament she was in. She desperately engraved that image into her mind, desperate to ensure herself that such a thing would never happen again.

She had friends.

Friends who wanted to be with her.

Friends who would look out for her.

What kind of friend would she be if she were to just go through with it all?

The phone ringing in her pocket nearly threw her off balance and she fumbled around a bit, swinging her arms in all manner of directions to regain her prior posture. She regained her balance, the chair beneath her feet wobbling ever so slightly as she fumbled with the phone in her hand, blinking twice as she saw the person's name who was calling her.

Sayori raised the mobile to her ear. "Hello?"

'Goodbye'

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She fell.