Bleach Kills

Prologue?

Calvin woke up to the piercing light streaming in through his window, he'd slept through the night for once, such a change for the borderline insomniac. Yawning as he switched his alarm off just before the beeping could fill his ears, he stood up and made his way into the hallway of his boring ass apartment. He really needed to do something with the place, it was so drab, suiting his "dead inside" personality. The internet referring to him as the dead inside emo wasn't far off from the truth. He'd lost most of all his emotions, save for a few, and wasn't all too against the possibility of imminent death. The youtuber had been like this for some years now, blaming his shitty life and lack of motivation for his turnout. And of course, there was also the fact he was madly in lov- well, he had pretty intense feelings for his friend Niall who was also known as Pyrocynical on that cancerous website. Calvin would never admit that to anyone though, he refused to fully acknowledge the desire to be wrapped up in his online crush's arms. Ugh, that sounded so gay. This made the small boy want to drink bleach, not just figuratively. The semi-suicidal youtuber had a small problem, well it was small if you counted that he only took small doses when he was feeling down.