theroadkillsrottingagain

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 8 (aka, The Final Chapter)

August 26th. 11:03pm. 

That’s the same time when Nil gets his regular clothes back on after changing from his kitchen uniform for the final time this summer, but it’s also the last night of Dimitri being in Pine Point for a long time. 

Nil really can’t believe he’s even still alive. His eyes land on Dimitri, whose softly humming one of the songs that was played on the intercom 2 hours ago, while putting away his apron neatly folded, like he wasn’t leaving this god-awful town in less than a day now. Nil wanted to cry and hug Dimitri again, but now wasn’t the time for tears (And they’re both guys obviously). 

As Nil and Dimitri are about to leave, Marco stops them on the way out with a 20-dollar bill for each of them.  

“This is for all your work here this summer. I’m proud of both of you for keeping business afloat. Take care of yourselves during the new semester.” 

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll be fine... wait, are you crying, Marco?” Dimitri said as him and Nil turn their heads to face Marco to only see a grown man sobbing a little. 

Marco wipes away the tears from his face. “N-no, I-I'm just gonna miss you... that’s all.” 

Dimitri chuckles lightly and pats Marco’s shoulder. “We’ll be fine. Really. Just take care of yourself, okay?” 

“Oh, alright... Have fun at university, Dimitri.” 

“Good luck with business, Marco.”

Then just like that, Dimitri and Nil leave “Marco’s Fresh Pizza” one final time as Nil’s expression is a bit in shock. Not because of the 20-dollar bill, but the fact that Dimitri is so calm about leaving Pine Point. But then again, he did say he was gonna visit, so he tries to push away some negative thoughts, which is something he rarely does. Then Nil remembers what Momo and Journey are gonna do for Dimitri tonight... he still has time, right? 

“Well, it was fun working there while it lasted. It was tight, but I made the most of it at least... Oh, me, Momo and Journey are gonna have some weed one final time before I go. You joining us?” 

“... yeah. Yeah, I am.” 

“Dope. See ya then.”

Dimitri walks to the right of Nil as he just stands there. Nil looks down at the 20 dollars in his hand. That’s enough for one, right? Nil rushes over to Junkie’s Convivence, but he’s not there for a soda this time. Not for cigarettes, not for a slushie... but for a red sparkler. 

At around 2:28am of August 27th, Nil climbs up the very wide ladder of the tallest building in Pine Point (Which he still thinks isn’t that tall), and the first thing he sees is Momo and Journey setting up the fireworks for Dimitri. There’s also the grey streamers Journey bought, along with the orange LED lights he saw at Momo’s house once around the edges of the square tiles of the roof. It’s not the best effort of decorating ever, but Nil has to admit that they did a decent job. Momo notices Nil and walks over to him with her yellow sparkler in her hand. 

“Hey, Nil! Didn’t think you’d make it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, the ladder’s still pretty wide. Maybe consider a smaller-less lengthier one next time?” 

“Oh, c’mon, don’t complain about that right now. We still have a lot of setting up to do.” 

“Aren’t we just gonna set off fireworks and get high?” 

“Yeah, but we still gotta prepare it all for our Dimitri. I mean, if you were hosting this, wouldn’t you want it to be perfect for him?” 

“... yyyyeah?” 

“That’s what I thought, then.” 

Journey waves to Nil by the fireworks. “Hi, Nil!” 

“Hey.” 

Momo checks her watch and hears Dimitri climbing up the ladder. Her eyes widen. “Oh! One more minute ‘til the big guy arrives. Quick, hide!” 

Momo and Journey hide behind the large air vent with the majority of the grey streamers around it, so Nil hides over there, too. They start their sparklers with Momo’s crappy lighter, and Journey’s the first one to notice that Nil bought the color he wanted instead. “Oh, you went with red?-” 

“Shhh!” 

“sorry.” 

Dimitri’s footsteps on the ladder get closer and closer to the top, and for some reason Nil’s heart is pounding in his chest. Like a sense of adrenaline and excitement is rising. Like he’s actually ready for this. As soon as the trio hears Dimitri sigh and brush off his jacket, they jump out behind the air vent and yell in unison:

“SURPRISE!!” 

Dimitri’s eyes widen and he lets out a loud chuckle and looks around, clearly surprised at the scene put out in front of him. “Woah, did you guys really do all of this?” 

“Yeah! We wanted to throw you one last hang-out party before you go! So this is what you get!” 

“We hope you like it!” 

“... Wow... thank you so much, I’m gonna miss you a lot, I...” 

Dimitri then makes eye contact with Nil. He knows full well that Nil didn’t have any part in the setup, but he smiles at the fact that Nil’s the only one with a red sparkler. He’s always been his own person, huh? He turns to the whole group and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Seriously, thanks. I really couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

“Oh, hold it there, Dimeanie. There’s a big surprise for you!” 

Momo rushes over to the fireworks machine and she builds anticipation to pressing the button. “And it start riiight NOW!” 

Momo presses her finger to the button, and a bunch of white sparks fly out of the machine with a piercing “whoosh” sound that fades as they go higher and higher into the sky, until it fully fades off and multiple “crack, boom!”s are heard as the fireworks color the dark night sky, and it’s all for Dimitri. Everyone sits down and enjoys the show as Momo passes down weed to everyone. Dimitri soon laughs and turns to Momo, whose already smoked her weed. “Y’know you would have to do community service for this?” 

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! WHOOO!!!” 

Dimitri chuckles lightly and proceeds to start a smoke. 

Nil just looks to Dimitri. He starts thinking about the talk they had not long ago. Maybe he should really start giving Momo and Journey more of a chance. I mean, c’mon, they set up fireworks and streamers for their friend who’s leaving for university in less than a day. Nil also realizes that they can probably defend him really well in school from how feisty they are. They’re not as tough as him, but Nil’s sure they can manage. Nil even thinks a bit about the future. How Dimitri said he’ll willingly spend his semester breaks here. That he’ll make time for calls, that he’ll still care for him even when they’ll spend months apart from each other. After thinking about all of this, and looking at Dimitri’s carefree expression up at the fireworks for possibly the final time that night, Nil also starts to believe, that maybe, just maybe…

Everything’s gonna be okay. 

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 7

[TW: Suicide mention, drugs mention, slight depictions of a mental breakdown, comfort]

August 26th. 12:37am. 

“... do you think he’s hurt at all?” 

“I dunno, I just saw his body floating up in the lake, I-I know he’s still breathing!” 

“Maybe give it another minute?” 

“Momo, I dunno if a drug made for narcolepsy is gonna help-” 

“Wait, his eyes are open! Look!” 

This is what Nil hears as his eyes slowly open to see Dimitri’s room in a blurry vision. He groans and sits up, seeing blurred versions of Momo and Journey in Dimitri’s room. He rubs his eyes. “Ugh... what the fuck?..” 

Nil looks around the room. Momo looks genuinely concerned for once, Journey looks completely shocked and a little ready to throw up, and Dimitri... Dimitri’s standing at the edge of his bed, his eyes wide and red from tears. Dimitri’s reaction is the only one Nil pays any real attention to. 

Nil then looks around the room. His worst nightmare is finally in vision. Dimitri’s things are packed up in multiple boxes, all labelled specfically and the only thing before left is his bed (which he’s currently sitting on). 

Then, Dimitri speaks in a somewhat rushed tone. “... thanks for coming by, Momo and Journey.” 

“... no problem, Dimi.” 

"Yeah... no prob."

Momo and Journey leave the room, Journey looking over to Nil one last time before shutting the door behind him. 

It’s just Dimitri and Nil now. Nil just stares at Dimitri, his expression a mix of confusion and denial, denial in the fact that he’s still alive, that he’s a ghost visiting Dimitri one final time and this is his reaction. Dimitri stares back, his expression unreadable if he’s gonna snap or not. Not most likely, due to his 5 siblings in the other rooms.  

Then, Dimitri sits down at the edge of the bed, his eye contact still on Nil. He then speaks, his tone quiet but firm. “Dude... what were you thinking? You scared the shit out of me.” 

“... Dimitri-” 

“Listen, I know full well that you’re upset about me leaving, but I have to do this whether I like it or not and I can’t stop it!” 

“... i-i know-” 

“No, you don’t! You just tried to drown yourself the day before I leave for uni! You should’ve come and talked to me, I would’ve helped you!” Dimitri’s tone is a twist between wanting to snap at Nil and wanting to fall apart and cry. “You should be happy that you’re fucking alive right now! If I didn’t see you in time, if I didn’t jump in there, i-if i... if I didn’t save your life, I would have to deal with you being dead for the rest of my life... you’re my best friend...” 

Dimitri then breaks into silent but violent tears. He buries his face into his hands while also hugging himself. Nil’s never seen Dimitri like this. He’s never seen him crack under pressure or worry about the future. But this?.. Dimitri probably needed it. This makes Nil scoot over and hug Dimitri for the first time since middle school when they watched a horror movie. 

Dimitri clings to Nil tightly like a lifeline as he cries, never wanting to let his best friend go again. Not after what just happened. In the dimly lit room, with a million boxes surrounding the floors, there’s a stark contrast in terms of emotional display. Dimitri’s finally breaking, while Nil’s trying to push his feelings down. Like usual. 

After a minute or two, Dimitri finally calms down and takes off his jock jacket, wrapping it around Nil. He pats his back with a concerned expression. “I think you need a shower, dude. You still have a ton of salt water on ya. I could start it if you want.” 

“... No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” 

After another few minutes, Nil comes out of the shower and puts on the black tee that Dimitri left out for him. Nil walks in to find Dimitri offering crackers and a soda on one of the boxes, and Nil takes them. “Thanks.” 

“No problem... but I really think we need to talk. Now.” 

“... we don’t really need to-” 

“Yes, we do. You just tried to fucking kill yourself. I know you’re scared that I’m leaving, but we really need to talk about it.” 

... Nil finally realizes he’s right. All summer, he’s been telling himself that it’s his survival instincts keeping him awake, that Dimitri moving isn’t a big deal, that Dimitri wants leave to Pine Point because of him, that he wants to fucking die. 

And this makes Nil finally break. His hands shake as he sits down and lets himself cry. Tears roll down his face as repressed anger and sadness washes over him.

“... Fine. I’m really scared, I know that. But I’m scared you’re gonna forget about me. I’m scared that you’re leaving me forever, dude. No one is gonna defend me at school like you do. No one’s gonna drive me home safely if I get too stoned or drunk. My parents neglect me enough already, and you’re the only person who really cares about me left. I’m scared that when you go to uni that you’ll be too focused on studies and new friends that you’ll forget I exist. That if you ever decide to come back to this god-awful shitty town that you’ll just think I’m really a rabid stray... just like everyone else. I’m really fucking scared.” 

Dimitri listens intently to Nil as he finally vents his worries, and he sits next to Nil and holds his hand gently. 

“Nil... I could never forget about you. You’re one of the best people I could ever be friends with. You’re really brave and confident in what you believe, hell, you don’t care if someone ends up in the hospital if you hit them with a stop sign! And Momo and Journey care a lot about you, too. You just don’t give them much of a chance. I know school here’s really bad, believe me, I’ve had my share, but I’ll always call you whenever I can, I’ll spend my semester breaks here, and I’ll always share new songs with you when Momo and Journey are on a call. You’re not gonna be fully alone when I’m gone. And I’ll never forget the one kid that hit my nose with a soccer ball when we first met and the damage lasted 3 weeks.”

Nil snorts and leans on Dimitri’s shoulder. “Stop lying, you know full well it was only for 2.” 

Dimitri chuckles and wraps his arm around Nil’s shoulder. “Don’t get cocky now.” 

“... Seriously. You’re gonna have people with you all the time here in Pine Point. Momo’s not gonna get into community college for awhile and Journey doesn’t have any plans. And you still have the band and a new guitarist on the way. You’ll last.” 

Nil lets everything Dimitri just said sink in. He nods along, not fully believing Dimitri yet, but he has a small hope. “Okay... thanks for jumping in to save me.” 

“You’re welcome, Nil. For now, just finish the crackers and we’ll get some sleep.” 

After a few minutes, Nil finishes the crackers and three-fourths of the soda before passing out in Dimitri’s bed. Dimitri soon follows, and they wake up around 9:12am. 

(for @pxrfaitgirlz, this is the CLOSET THING YOURE GETTING TO ROADKILL, so be happy!)

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 6

[TW: Suicide attempt, Drowning, Drowning Attempt, Suicide thoughts, Mention of SH attempt, Suicide idealations]

August 26th. 12:06am. 

Nil runs to Lost Lake like his life depended on it. Oh wait, he doesn’t care about it anymore. He falls down by the lake and just stares into it for a bit. 

His eyebags are pitch black at this point. His hair is an absolute mess. All emotion has drained from him, except for rage, disappointment, anxious... and suicidal. 

Nil starts to think about all the signs that led to this moment. That car nearly hitting him on the 21st, his suicidal thoughts, attempting to cut on the 23rd, screaming at Dimitri... “I WON’T EVEN BE ALIVE BY THE TIME YOU LEAVE!” 

... Nil could do it right now. He could jump in the lake and never come out. 

So that’s just what he does. He gets to his feet, and starts walking into the open water. The lake rises up to the end of his boots, the ends of his jacket, the bottom knitting of his sweater, the rim of his scarf, the bottom of his chin... to the top of his head. 

He swims to the very bottom, and doesn’t come up. He starts struggling. The air starts to leave his lungs, and no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much his body craved air, for any more life, Nil doesn’t come up. He thrashes in the water, the fish swimming by, some swimming away, and the bubbles coming from Nil’s movements, nose and mouth, soon start to fade away. Nil’s vision blurs, and his body stops moving... and he just lies there in the water, the coldness sinking into his flesh. 

Dimitri rushes over to Lost Lake in Juno, and he doesn’t bother to fully park it as he rushes out and looks around. 

“NIL!”, he screams, multiple times, along the lines of “Please talk to me!” “Come out!” “Where are you?”, among other comments. He looks in the forest a bit, then Nil’s tent, but he isn’t anywhere. Dimitri nearly goes back to Juno before he sees Nil’s hat floating to the top of the lake. Then Nil’s body... he’s not moving. Dimitri’s eyes widen and he rushes over. 

“NIL!!!” 

Dimitri dives into the cold water, not caring if any of his clothes get damaged, and he takes Nil’s lifeless body out of the water and puts him in the back seat. He tries giving mouth-to-mouth, shaking, and even yelling. 

“NIL! Nil, please wake up! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T FUCKING WAKE UP RIGHT NOW, I’LL-” 

Dimitri then hears Nil’s heartbeat. It’s a little loud, considering the silence in the truck, but it’s a sign. Dimitri’s breathing continues to shudder and he shakes Nil’s shoulders again. 

“Nil? NIL, wake up, we need to talk!” 

Dimitri then realizes what he said and mentally slaps himself in the face. He gets in the front seat and speeds home as he calls Momo and Journey. 

“Hey, Dimit-” 

“Momo, please come over, Nil just tried to kill himself and it’s all of my fault... please bring your first aid kit, I need help! Please!” 

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 5

[TW: Depiction of a mental breakdown, implication of suicide, suicide idelations, suicide thoughts, intense swearing]

August 25th. 11:00pm. 

It’s closing time. 2 more nights until Dimitri leaves. Nil’s insomnia, plus his new suicidal thoughts, still haven’t gone away, but he had to go to work today, but still turned up late anyways. He ignored Dimitri for the whole day, despite him pestering to talk to him. He didn’t care. He didn’t about anything that this point. 

That is, until before Nil could get out the door, he pauses. This is one of the last nights he’ll be able to hang out with Dimitri before he leaves. Maybe he’s being too hard on him. Maybe he should cut Dimitri some slack. He is the one leaving after all. Nil grumbles and turns to Dimitri, whose changing into his jock jacket. Nil speaks timidly. “Hey. Uhm...” 

Dimitri turns his head to Nil. “Yeah?” 

“... can we get slushies later?” 

Dimitri cracks a little smile. “Yeah, of course. We can go right now if you want. Just gimme a minute.” 

“... okay.” Nil waits patiently for Dimitri to finish up. Let’s just hope that nothing about uni comes up. 

After a while, Nil and Dimitri walk to Junkie’s Convivence, grab some slushies, and sit by the curb. They talk and laugh for a few minutes, and Nil’s bad thoughts start to finally fade away from seeing Dimitri’s comforting smile. Things seem to be going good... 

... Until Dimitri’s cellphone rings. Dimitri momentarily gets up and turns the corner while waving to Nil. “Oh, I gotta take this. Be right back.” 

Nil sighs. “Okay.” 

Dimitri puts his ear to the phone as he answers. “Hey, Mo. What’s up?” 

“Wanted to check in on the move! You all packed yet?” 

As Nil sips more on his slushie, he listens in on the conversation a bit more. Momo’s on the other line, obviously, and Dimitri’s chuckling. He’s chatting about clearing out his room... about how fucking long the car drive will take... how he’ll miss Pine Point... will he actually really miss Pine Point? Why is he talking about leaving so much if he’s gonna miss it? Nil clutches his drink as he continues to listen in on Dimitri’s phone call. He lets out small hysterical laughs as he doesn’t bother to wipe the tears forming from his eyes. Those thoughts are coming back again... 

Then, Dimitri hangs up, the beep tone ringing a bit. Dimitri comes out of the corner and sits back down, not noticing Nil’s mental breakdown yet. “I’m back. Wanna talk about anything?” 

... That’s when Nil snaps. He turns his head to Dimitri, his eyes wide with anger. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“... what do you mean?” 

Nil starts to hysterically laugh, and he gets up, clenching his head and tears falling down onto the pavement as he starts to walk away. Dimitri gets up, finally realizing what’s wrong, and he reaches for Nil’s shoulder. “Wait, dude, we can talk about it-” 

Nil suddenly calms down and he turns his body to face Dimitri. There’s a small silence between them. Until Nil breaks it as he shakes his head and manically smiles. 

“You don’t really care that you’re leaving, do you? Y-you're happy that you’re leaving, right? You want to get away from this shitty town, you want to get away from everyone, you wanna get away from Momo and Journey, you wanna get away from ME!” 

“.. what? Nil, no, that’s not-” 

“Just admit it! You’re sick of everything that happens around here! That wanting to continue your life is a cover up for what you really want! You said you’d stay in Pine Point if you could, but that’s not true, is it? YOU REALLY WANT TO LEAVE ME HERE WITH EVERY LITTLE FUCKER THAT THINKS I’M A RAT SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME ANYMORE! YOU WANNA LEAVE ME HERE TO ROT, TO DIE IN A FUCKING SHITTY TOWN NO ONE GOES TO! YOU’RE HAPPY YOU’RE LEAVING! YOU WANT MY LIFE TO GET WORSE! WELL GUESS WHAT? YOU ALREADY ACCOMPLISHED THAT! I WANT TO FUCKING DIE RIGHT NOW! I WANNA GET HIT BY A CAR BECAUSE YOU’RE LEAVING ME! YOU’RE THE ONE PERSON WHO EVER CARED ABOUT ME AND NOW YOU’RE LEAVING! WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO NOW?! JUST GO HOME AND PACK! LEAVE TOMORROW MORNING! I WON’T EVEN BE ALIVE BY THE TIME YOU LEAVE!” 

“... nil-” 

“FUCK YOU! YOU DON’T CARE AT ALL! JUST FUCKING GO ALREADY!” 

Nil runs off before Dimitri could respond or move. But he doesn’t care. Tears still fall from his face and he turns around one last time, his jacket blowing backwards from the small winds and he screams at the top of his lungs: 

“FUCK THIS FUCKING SHITTY ASS TOWN!” 

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Based off the name… is this a Roadkill (Dimitri X Nil) fic :O

sssssorry, no it is not. But a future one might be! Just wait >:3

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Like to start off, juno is Dimitri's truck? In the game it states juno is obviously Dimitri's truck considering nil says "there's the stop sign you toppled over when Dimitri let you take juno for a spin"

I honestly get the confusion, you're probably tired and didn't know, honest mistake, ya know? Other then that, AMAZINGLY done!

really! Thanks so much!! I usually try to be as accurate as possible with the characters lol

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 4

[TW: Mentions of Suicide Thoughts, Suicide Idelations, Mentions of SH, Implications of SH, slight depiction of a mental breakdown]

August 24th. 10:05am. 

Things are getting pretty hard now. Nil’s insomnia isn’t clearing up at all, and he keeps pushing Dimitri away, despite wanting to talk to him. But Nil honestly thinks he deserves it. He’s the one going to university after all. His thoughts keep repeating the same thing, and he hates it. His thoughts are only getting worse, telling him to do the same thing over and over... he even tried cutting yesterday. 

It was more of an impulse, and it just a little cut because Dimitri stopped him before he really did it, but he still attempted. Nil honestly didn’t want to do it, but the knife looked a bit... sharper than usual. Even then, it was still just a little nick. And now it’s time for one of the last days at Marco’s Fresh Pizza. Like Nil even really cared anymore. 

But as Nil started his first order, Marco entered the kitchen, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “Nil, why don’t you take a day off?” 

“.. huh?” 

“Dimitri told me you were going through a rough time, and honestly that would explain why you started showing up a bit late. Just take care of yourself for today, alright?” 

... Damnit, Dimitri. Nil lets out a sound between a groan and a sigh, and he takes off his apron. “Thanks, Marco.” He obviously said this begrudgingly. 

As Nil bikes back to Lost Lake, he hears the regular murmurs about him.

“God, there’s that kid again.” “He might as well been born there.” 

... Who’s gonna protect him from this once Dimitri’s gone? Would he still care about it if he visits? Would he ever visit? Would he forget about him? For some reason, this fuels Nil’s anger and he pedals faster until he falls off the bike halfway to Lost Lake and he scrapes himself. He couldn’t care less before... now he kind of wishes the bruise killed him in a way. 

Nil spends the rest of the day fishing by the lake. He manages to get little guys but throws them back into the water. He also locks eyes with a frog at one point, which was kind of cool until it hopped away. At least that guy has a life worth living for left. As the time the sun sets, hues of orange and pink colored the landscape, and Nil goes inside his tent and changes into his black tee. As he watches a deer pass by his tent, he feels something scrape against his toe. Something similar to... paper? Nil looks over and finds a piece of folded paper by his foot. He takes it into his hands and unfolds it. 

It’s an old photograph. Not that old, but it looks like it was taken around a year ago. It’s around the time when Dimitri showed more of his hair and, in Nil’s opinion, looked more nerdy. Nil’s face is in front of the camera sticking his tongue out, along with flipping off whoever was taking the photo. Dimitri’s in the background, his braces still on at the time, laughing and holding an acoustic guitar. The sun is shining into what looks like a small garage, making the photograph look more vintage when it’s already a little yellow-ed. Nil was 15 in this picture. Dimitri was about to turn 17. 

It was only a matter of time before Nil grips it in his hands tightly and violently rips it apart. 

Soon, scatters of paper are all over the tent floor, a few little pieces on his sleeping bag, and Nil realizes what he just did. Instead of crying, he starts to hysterically laugh as the sun sets, screeching through the pain, giggling behind the tears. 

He’s always been this insane, hasn’t he? 

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 3

[TW: Suicide Thoughts, Suicide Idealizations]

August 22nd. 12:30pm. 

Dimitri looks over to Nil as lunch rush begins. He’s been noticing Nil looking tired for a few days now, but he didn’t want to intervene, as his “oldest sibling” habits might kick in again. But Nil looks worse than he did back in 2 months ago. His hair’s messier, his eye bags are worse, and he looks a bit pale. Or maybe it’s just the lighting. But that doesn’t matter right now. Something in Dimitri snaps, and he walks over, shaking Nil’s shoulder gently. “Nil, you good?” 

Nil’s eyes widen and he, letting his survival instincts get the better of him again, nearly punches Dimitri in the stomach. Dimitri steps back and slips but catches himself on the nearby counter. Nil realizes what he just did and lets his grip go from his fist and lets his fingers fall. Dimitri stares intently at Nil for a moment before standing up and walking over again, his expression and tone full of his usual concern. 

“Dude, are you okay? Your eye bags look worse than they did in June. Maybe you should take your 15?” 

For some reason, Nil looks past Dimitri’s concern and continues his pizza. “Yeah, I’m fine. I had a rough couple of nights.” 

“Are you sure? Cause you’re free to stay at my place again if you want.” 

Nil thinks about seeing Dimitri’s room. All packed up... every memory being stored away... sleeping in Dimitri’s bed one last time... never being able to have that comfort again... Dimitri leaving him forever... Nil’s eyes become a little watery, but he blinks it all back. He speaks in an angry tone. 

“I’m fine, Dimitri. You don’t have to fucking worry about me.” 

Dimitri’s starting to get a little annoyed. He shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets, and watches Nil carefully. “Is this about me leaving for uni?” 

... Nil freezes. He expected Dimitri to guess it right away, but it was still a shocker somehow. He looks over his shoulder to face Dimitri one more time before turning his emotions off again and goes to stare back at the pizza, his voice full of defence and bitterness. 

“No. Leave me alone, okay?” 

... Dimitri feels like he’s at a loss. But he knows he can’t force Nil to explain what’s happening. He returns to his own order and speaks once more. 

“Alright. But please tell me if you wanna talk about it. You can always talk to me... just call me.” 

... Nil nearly considers it. He almost wants to turn to Dimitri, start crying, tell him to stay for just another week, tell him that he started thinking about dying because of this, and maybe get a hug. 

... But he doesn’t. He just continues the day with angry tears filling his eyes. He really has been thinking about dying since that car nearly hit him, and he thinks Dimitri is sort of to blame.

... but what's the point of talking? He's leaving anyways.

(WRITER'S NOTE: Sorry for the lazy chapter! Honestly, part of me wants to skip to a later part of the story, but I think I'll skip the 23rd because I can't think of anyone super interesting to do for that day. But I hope you all enjoy the fanfic so far!)

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Chapter 2

[TW: Suicide Idealation]

August 21st. 12:36pm. 

Nil puts on his regular clothes and goes out for his 15. He walks over to Junkie’s Convivence for a soda and mentally begs that Momo and Journey aren’t out there this time... until he sees them inside the store, Aisle 3. He attempts to go through the other lanes, hoping they don’t see him out of the corner of their eyes, but eventually Momo screams behind him: 

“NIL!”

Nil immediately gets into defensive mode and nearly punches her out of impulse control. The insomnia has clearly messed with his brain again, along with his survival instincts. Momo rightfully puts her hands up and backs away before he could fully swing at her. 

“Woah, hold it with the punches there, Nil! I ain’t biting this time.” 

Nil grumbles and shoves his hands into his deep pockets, his voice clearly tired and emotionless. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“Saw you coming in the store and thought to say hi! I also wanted your opinion on something, red or yellow sparklers?” 

... Nil’s eyes squint in confusion. “... Sparklers?” 

“Me and Journey are gonna set off fireworks the night before Dimitri leaves. A little last hoora before he drives off, y’know?” 

Momo then notices Nil’s eye-bags. 

“You’re losing sleep again, aren’t ya?” 

Nil’s voice becomes bitter, desperately wanting Momo to fuck off. “Yeah, so?” 

“Let me guess. You’re freaking out about Dimitri leaving?” 

“... don’t remind me. I really don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Momo rolls her eyes. “Alright, fine. Y’know you can always borrow my phone or Journey’s to call him while he's gone, right?” 

Nil stays silent for a moment. The only noises heard are the soft hums of the store with the radio playing somewhat loudly, and the small murmurs of other customers. Then, Momo breaks the silence. 

“Anyways, I think we should go with the yellow sparklers. It suits Dimitri more, anyways.” 

Journey then appears out of the corner of the aisle with blue sparklers. “I vote yellow!” 

“Great choice!... Nil?” 

Nil thinks about this momentarily before gritting his teeth and touches his fingers to the yellow sparkler. He personally would’ve gone with red himself, but he was already out-voted. Plus, he couldn’t give less of a shit right now. Or ever. “Yellow, I guess.” 

“Alright!! It’s settled then. Journey, let’s go check out!” 

Journey rushes past Nil with blue sparklers, party hats, and gray streamers. Nil grumbles a bit before grabbing his usual soda and paying for it at the front.  

As Nil walks back to Marco’s Fresh Pizza, gulping down the soda like a lifeline, he thinks more about Momo’s celebration idea for Dimitri. And how there’s 6 more days left until he leaves forever. Nil knows he shouldn’t care about it right now as he said he didn’t wanna talk about it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna think about it..  

Like, who would cover for him at school? Who would drive him home if he ever smoked too much, or if he ripped another stop sign out of the ground to hit someone? Who would try to stop him? Who would ever ask if he was okay?... does Dimitri even notice that he’s not right now? 

Before Nil looks up, a speeding car races by him as he jaywalks across the street. The soda spills a bit on the road and his racoon-looking hat nearly flies away from the speed of light. He watches as the car drives down the road, staring at it until it fades away entirely. 

As Nil stands in the middle of the road, a sudden thought comes up. It’s not usually what he thinks about, but... 

He kind of wishes that car hit him. 

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Chapter 1

August 20th.  9:36am. 

This was around the time when Nil got his clothes on and headed over on his bike to Marco’s Fresh Pizza for one of his last days at his summer job. He managed to get there 3 minutes before 10am, when he usually gets there at 6 minutes before. But he honestly didn’t care much at this point. 

7 more days. 7 days until Dimitri leaves Pine Point. 7 days until Nil’s childhood best friend + the only person to not think of Nil as a rabid freak is leaving him forever. He knew phone calls existed, but guess who didn’t have a cellphone? Yeah, he knew Momo and Journey had phones, but he honestly didn’t want to trust THEIR phones. The stuff he saw on Momo’s phone by accident is something he doesn’t want to see ever again. 

Nil puts on his regular black shirt with a red apron and the red cap in a change room, his insomniac eyes from 2 months ago slowly returning. It’s gotten worse again, and still, Nil didn’t give a shit. He just went to the kitchen and started working. 

Around 11:30am, Dimitri hands Nil another order. 

“They said they wanted the anchovies steamed at medium”, said Dimitri in a casual manner, like he always does.

"Jesus, anchovies?”, said Nil, genuinely disgusted and surprised at the same time, shown in his tone very clearly. “Who seriously wants fucking anchovies of all things on their pizza?” 

“Preferences, I guess. I’m not usually one to judge about that shit, but I gotta agree, anchovies do not go well with pizza.” 

“What about pineapple?” 

“Eh, it’s fine. Honestly, I don’t see why people hate it that much. It’s just fruit, it’s not a big deal.” 

“You’re fucking weird.” 

“I now own that title thanks to my siblings, so thanks for reminding me of that”, Dimitri said sarcastically.

And that’s one of the only exchanges Dimitri and Nil had that day. There was a huge lunch rush, so that distracted the both of them, too. But they managed to make it without getting shoved to death by customers.  

At around 11:03pm, it’s closing time. Nil and Dimitri change back into their regular clothes, hearing Marco sigh in relief as they exist. 

“Thanks for doing another fine job today, boys. I’ll miss you after the summer... seriously, I’ll need to hire again.” 

Dimitri chuckles as he shoves his hands into his jock jacket as they leave. “Everyone’s gonna miss me so much when I leave.” 

“... y’know I will, too, right?” 

“Oh, yeah, I know. But hey, there’s still a whole week. And Momo’s planning to smoke and have some pot on top of the highest building in Pine Point at around 3. Wanna come?” 

Nil actually thought about this. The tallest building in Pine Point wasn’t even that tall. It was like if you stacked 3 automotive repair shops on top of each other and called it a building. And climbing up there is always a pain in the ass, especially for someone as short as him (the ladder steps are really far apart). Nil was drained as fuck, anyways. 

“Nah, I’ll skip tonight.” 

Dimitri shrugged. “Alright. Well, see ya tomorrow. Get good sleep.” 

Ha. Like that’s ever gonna happen for awhile. 

[theroadkillsrottingagain]

Hello. Welcome to the Official Blog for a "Pine Point" fanfiction called "The Roadkill's Rotting Again".

This story explores the final week of Dimitri staying in Pine Point before he goes off to uni, which in Nil's mind means: Dimitri leaving him forever.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Aside from the first few chapters, this fanfiction WILL explore themes of suicide, suicide implications, suicide thoughts, suicide idealations, self-harm, and this may be sensitive to certain readers.

Also, no part of "Pine Point" belongs to this author. All copyright belongs to ZeddyZi, and this is meant to be only a fanfiction.

The author is @girlsnap, and please enjoy "The Roadkill's Rotting Again".