Arrin had an ok life. He wasn't very well liked at school but he didn't really care. He died at age 17. He liked to write a lot. He always had his notebook with him. One day he lost his notebook. He looked everywhere for it but it wasn't until he found a group of all the most popular girls in school sitting around reading his journal entries out loud and laughing. He walked over and took it away from them. The just laughed and pointed at him. He had written a lot of fictional stuff about different worlds and what he wished his life was like. The girls spread roomers about him around the school. Normally he wouldn't have cared but this time even his closest friends started keeping away from him. He went up to his best friend after school and asked him what was going on. His friend said, "Dude...your such a freak." and walked away. This destroyed Arrin. He had no friend and everyone knew what went on in his mind. He just couldn't stand it. He went home and his mom had just reserved a call from the school about what Arrin was writing. She looked at Arrin then turned away and asked, "Where do you get such wiled ideas anyway?" that was the last straw. Arrin ran up stairs and grabbed his pocket knife. He ran out of the house and down to his best friend's house. He sneeked in and went up to his friend's room. No one was in it. This was perfect for Arrin, he was going to do what what of his characters had done. Arrin cut his wrists and used the blood to write a message to his friend on the wall. It was: "You left and now nothing is left but the blood on this wall." Arrin bleed out and died in his former best friend's room. When his friend came home and saw what was in his room he freaked and is now in a mental rehab center.
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A year later you moved into the house Arrin killed himself in. You got his friend's room and you where sitting on your bed writing a poem. You're mind was drawing a blank and you couldn't figure out the next line for your poem. Arrin read the poem that you had down so far and whispered the next line in your ear. You suddenly knew what to write. Arrin follows you where ever you go and he stops people from spreading really nasty roomers about you. He also helps you write when you can't think of what to write next.
