Transcend

Prologue

I leaned over, one of my earbuds falling out while I started coughing, crying, and heaving all at the same time, feeling every inch of my body suffering as my ear was flooded with Fall Out Boy.

To any normal person, this would be horrible. But I enjoy it. Because I'm not normal. I'm a fucking freak who has no right to be on this world.

I had my blinds closed and it was dusk on a cool, winter day. The lights were off in my room, only a few slivers of light shining through the cracks my blinds created, faintly illuminating the mess that was going on in my room.

There was blood splattered on the wall to my left from last night, seeping through and staining the drywall like a crimson dye. Cutting myself and punching the wall till my skin broke open seems to leave scars not only on my body but my surroundings also.

I was feeling lost. And dead inside. I couldn't get a handle on anything. Not even the mucus covering my hands.

My coughing subsided, and I laid on the ground and reached underneath my bed, pulling out the god forsaken laptop that I was afraid to use. I ran my hand through my hair and tried to gather my thoughts and contemplated what I should do.

I finally got my shit together, placed the laptop on the stack of textbooks on my desk and pressed record.

"Hello Internet,"