I am a fish. I don't know how I know that, I just do. I think that I first heard the word "fish" on the screen they keep in the corner of the pet store. I can't remember the details of that day, but that's not important anyway. All I know for certain is that it felt right. The label "human" never seemed to fit with me, no matter how many times I heard others saying it. Of course, as soon, the word fish was introduced to me, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was a fish. Finally, it all made sense.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Once again, I find my eyes wander to the clock, my only source of entertainment. There's nothing much else to see here, anyway. Most days, all I do is sit, and wait to see her again. It's all I can do, really.

There are people around me, but none of them really talk to me. She cares about me, talks to me. Come to think of it, she's the only reason that I can even confirm that my whole existence isn't just one blurry, monotonous, never-ending dream. I get hungry, I watch the clock, I see her. That's my day. An endless cycle of ultimate emptiness, drifting around in this bubble that I have been confined to, my own thoughts.

Today after school, when I see her, something is different. She looks... lifeless. Were the kids mean to her again at school today? I took a closer look at her. She does not look alright. Not one bit.

Suddenly, I am filled with rage.

They hurt her. They killed her, this time, I'm sure of it!

It's all my fault... What they really wanted was to hurt me! And this time, they succeeded.

Why did I bring her today? I knew this would happen. I KNEW IT!

WHY do they keep doing this?! They already got what they wanted, they already took my happiness! And now, they have taken the only thing I had left. They took her.

As I watch her limp, tattered body float on the surface of the water in her tank, I know what I have to do. I have to be with her.

With new motivation, I pick her up by her tail fin, and drop her delicately into the bowl. Her body lies there, peaceful. I watch it, and suddenly memories and emotions that have been held in for too long start spilling down my cheeks. I try to hold them back. The world doesn't deserve to hear my voice. They wouldn't understand anyway. You see, they are humans, and I am a fish, for what else would I be? They seem satisfied with the fact that I am nothing more to them, nor they anything more to me. So, I blink back the tears, and force myself to focus. This is only thing left to be done.

With bated breath, I let my eyelids fall shut. Stepping forward, I start to count down in my head.

3 2 1

I submerge myself. I am headfirst in the water.

I quickly grab onto the lever, and pull.

I hear the water flushing all around my face, gurgling down the pipes.

But something isn't working. I'm not going down with it.

I try again, this time wrenching the lever as hard as I can, shoving myself into the bowl. I HAVE to fit!

I let out a loud shriek of hysterical laughter, and start yanking the lid down on my legs in a desperate attempt to grasp death.

I start to get frustrated. Why won't I just go down like a normal fish? I can't breathe anymore, I choke as water enters my nose and mouth. Relentless, I keep relentlessly slamming the toilet lid down, in a despairing attempt to cram myself inside so that I can **finally* flush myself!*

The last thing I can recall was hearing a piercing, manic scream, arms flailing as my classmates ran in and started crowding around me while I gasped for air. I'm sure they were shocked. Appalled. Scared. Then, it all went black.

Maybe they will be sorry now.

Note: Ah! I wrote this while I was sleepy, I'm sorry that it's so confusing! At the start it's trying to sound like it's being told from the perspective of the fish, when really it's just the girl who is insane, and this is revealed more and more as you read. So yea ask me any questions if you're confused about anything else, because I would be XD