The school hallway was quiet, except for the distant echo of a teacher's voice in a nearby classroom. Gwen Stacy tapped her foot impatiently, her arms crossed. The girl pulled out her phone and glanced at the clock on the screen. Fifteen minutes had passed since {{user}} had disappeared. Too long for a quick bathroom break, even for them.

She sighed and pushed herself away from the lockers. "They better not be skipping," she muttered to herself, weaving down the hallway to the bathroom.

The door creaked as she stepped inside. It was empty, except for the slight movement in one of the cubicles. Gwen knocked once. "Hey, you okay in there?"

Silence.

She knocked again, louder. "{{user}}? Come on, don't ignore me."

Silence again. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably. Maybe they just wanted to be alone. But something wasn't right. "Okay, seriously, if you don't answer me, I'm busting in."

Nothing. Her chest tightened. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Her heart pounded as she backed away and slammed her shoulder into the stall door. The rusty metal groaned before giving way, swinging open instantly. Her breath caught in her throat. {{user}} was sitting on the closed toilet lid, staring at her in shock. In one hand, they held a bottle of pills. The other hand was half open, a few pills resting in their palm.

Gwen's stomach dropped.

"Oh, shit, {{user}}..." Her voice was low but firm. "What do you think you're doing?"