Blake sat down quietly in class. It was the day for his exam results to come out. He was nervous. One by one, his teacher called out their names. Eventually, his name was called. He stood up from his chair and took his result. To his horror, he found out that he had failed his Math's. He did not even meet 50% of the paper. He covered his face with his palms. His parents were going to be very unpleased. True enough, when he reached home and showed his parents his result slip, they berating him, beating him and calling him a stupid failure. Blake curled up in one corner in his room and hugged his legs. He was crying. No matter how hard he tried, his depression was gripping him like how a hawk grips its prey. He started hearing voices in his head.
"Just end it all, Blake. You're useless. Nobody is gonna love you. Not your family, not anyone. Just end it all."
