DISTRUST (Danganropa OC AU)

Chapter 21: Seven Murders, Seven Days

~~~Jeremy's P.O.V~~~

Are they alive or dead?

Are they watching us from the outside?

Who is outside the school.. If someone is outside hope's peak, then why aren't they helping us?

The Ultimate Despair..

"Jeremy?"

I looked up from my notebook staring at Harley.

"You alright..?" He asked gently.

"I will be," I responded, continuing to take a note.

"Will be..?"

"You heard correctly."

"Is something on your mind, Jeremy..?"

I bit my lip before nodding. He stared at me. "Listen, if you need to vent we're here for you, dude.."

"I actually can't.."

"Come again?" Harley asked as he sat beside me.

"It's a pride thing."

Harley stifled a laugh before shaking his head.

"You're saying that to the guy who fought with Ryan during the second trial, instead of.. ya know... explaining that I didn't kill. I understand pride and have a bit too much.." Harley admitted.

"I can't Harley.. I literally can't..." I replied shakely, I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to push me to say it..

"Jeremy. I know something on your mind, c'mon I'm here to help." Harley placed a hand on my shoulder. I shrunk up tightly gripping myself.

"You shouldn't be here to help in the first place.."

"What..?"

"You s-shouldn't even be trying to help m-me... I should be helping y-you all- not- not the other way around.."

I noticed Harley's worried look as I shrunk away from him.

"Do-Don't you get it yet?? I CAN'T ask for help, I'm supposed to help myself! You know how- How modifying it would look for one of.. If not the best therapist to- to ask for help?? Last time I checked we're supposed to be the best of the best, how would it feel for you guys to have to rely on someone else for your own damn talent! I ca-ca-can't ask for help! I can't get help! I'm supposed to help myself!! BUT I JUST CAN'T!" I felt the sobs emerging from me, as I tightly gripped my own arms.

"Jeremy.."

"I lost the only person who... who I loved... and I can't even.. Help myself get through it.. Nothing I do works... Nothing I do matters.. What does it matter if we all die in the end.. What does it matter if the fucking build-a-bear kills us all in the end.. It doesn't... Harley.. Seven people have died in the past few weeks... Seven.."

"Jeremy.."

Seven...

"Jeremy, you don't ever have to feel that way.. Listen to me.. We aren't-" Harley kept talking on, and even though a part of me wanted to listen, a part of me was begging to slow down to have someone with me.. The other part was closer than it had ever been..

Seventeen people came into the school..

Seven people are dead..

Toni, Liam, Laurie, and Joel.. died..

Brooke, Angelica, Ean.. killed.. But the seventeen..

Each of their murders took place on the 7th day.. Toni's on the first week, Liam's the second week, and Laurie and Joels the week after that..