Hello, readers. This chapter was written by no other than TJay-Drag-Latios'ofthe'Cookie.

Srgman, asked him to write this in hopes of someone continuing it.

The characters introduced in this chapter belong First and Foremost to TJay.

The Idea of Reborns belongs to Srgman.
(though anyone is allowed to make Reborn fics. Just let him know because he loves to read them.)

The lucky fool who gets to continue this fic is no other than myself...

I just hope that it wont end up like Harold.


Did it just get cold in here?

Re-edited: I have changed the discription. So I'm putting the original one here for memory purposes.
Now New readers please enjoy my sixth story. Pheonix Feathers.

Jonathan was tired of it all. Tired of the laughing. Tired of being alone. Tired of them. It made him sick. That day was supposed to be his last day of school... then Mew had to go and change all that. Now he's there to stay. Suicide/Reborn fic.

If a picture can say a thousand words... how many words can a gun say?

Sitting here.

Lying here.

Just being here.

Is enough to screw anyone around.

They all hate me.

They want me gone.

I never did anything to make them hate me to the point of this.

Sure, I might be as annoying as hell.

But isn't everyone at times?

They lie to my face.

"Oh, you can't train with us, because you don't have a Pokémon any more."

Only because, my ONE Pokémon was kidnapped by Team Rocket.

But okay.


All of you guys made your points.

Your choices.

Next time you try to explain it, it will be down the barrel of a gun.

Lunchtime. Used to be a lot of fun. The time at school, I would look forward to.

Now, hell on a timetable. The only place that's available is the training grounds. Anywhere else and I'll get beat up.

So that's it.

Today, will be my last day of school.


No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in

"Hey! John! You wanna train with us? Oh, right. YOU CAN'T!"

This' it.

But we feel like we do when we make fun of him

Almost everyone starts laughing.

Some are reluctant, all except one.

'Cause you want to belong do you go along?

It hurts. Make it end.


Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong

He didn't laugh at all.

A few stopped laughing, with pained expressions on their faces.

It's not like you hate him or want him to die

I look at them. Brandy isn't laughing. He didn't.

Jade stopped first though. And Tyrone.

But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide

They couldn't know, could they?

I put a hand into my jacket pocket.

Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side

A very audible click is heard. A few gasp.

I pull out my hand, holding the gun. I start laughing.

Any kindness from you might have saved his life

I put it to my forehead. "And it's your fault then."

I hear Brandy scream, "Don't!"

I pull the trigger.

The next chapter will be up in like 2 seconds. Thank you all for your time.