Adam has considered using the gun locked in his mother's attic storage-case, covered in lint and dust. Not on other people, no — but himself.
Then he meets Fiona.
And then, Adam loses her. Because he's not a girl.
Before she disappears from Degrassi High, he sometimes saw Fiona toting around a crumply, white-and-black Marlboro box. She flicks it open, daydreaming in biology, exposing its contents.
That gives him an idea.
Adam faces his reflection in the mirror, hating, hating it, and presents a gun-muzzle to it, pulling the trigger with no hesitation. The stream of lukewarm, clear tapwater splashes back Adam's face.
"Yeah... that works," he mutters, itching at his old burn-scars, grinning at the sheer, crazed hilarity.
Degrassi isn't mine. This is a little bit personal for a fic because I can see myself in Adam when I was a teenager and now. Same kind of internalized struggle with being trans and urges to hurt myself and wanting to die. I would scratch myself to the point of scarring instead of cutting and I burn myself too. Heavy thing aside: thanks for the read! Any comments/thoughts are appreciated as long as they're geared in a positive way instead of making fun/berating suicidal people.