Frisk was quiet as she walked up MT. Ebott. Everything was quiet except for the soft sound of the breeze making the trees leafs shuffle and her footsteps on the rocky road. When she got to the top she looked down at her old town and pulled out her knife with shaky hands ready to fix the 'mistake' that was herself. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was a mistake made by the slutty actions of her mother and the carelessness of a man. She knew the truth that her dad wasn't really her dad and she knew the truth that neither of her parents liked her but she still did her best to be a good daughter. She got all A's in school, she did all the chores, she always used her manners, always had her homework turned in on time if not early, never asked for a thing. Yet she was never good enough for them. This lead her to a deep depression. She had finally had enough. Frisk held up the knife to her chest and quickly pushed it in. After a few moments she fell to the floor dropping the knife.
