"Its that kid again."
"Didn't his mother die? How did she die?"
"She killed herself."
"I hear he watched her do it. Was there for the whole thing."
"He probably got a kick out of it."
"He's such a freak. He should die like her."
They all say this...every day. I hear them, even when the whisper. I hear them talking about me, even when I don't hear. They all talk about me like I'm some freak, maybe I am. I think to myself as I walk home from school.
The rain was pouring down from the clouds and splattering onto the pavement, drowning out the world, yet leaving me there in a blur. Leaving me to see the city for it was. A dirty place filled with dirty people. Bright lights trying to drown out the fear and sadness felt in the world, yet not doing enough.
Cars drove past splashing water across the street. People walking fast trying to escape the rain, yet I walked slowly. I had nowhere to go. I had nothing. My own mother left me...
I finally reached the building where I lived, a once beautifully painted home with a well-kept yard, ruined by death. The owner of the house killed herself in the bathroom. Took her life as I sat in the next room. Her body not found until later that night when it was cold and lifeless.
I slowly walked into the house and closed the door behind me. From there I slowly crept to my room and lay on my bed letting out a deep sigh as I began to cry. I was alone...alone and useless.
I sat up and went to my closet, opening it to see what I had in it. In the closet sat a collection of clothing and shoes, along with old toys, yet the only thing in the closet I was searching for hanging from the ceiling. A worn and beaten rope.
My sister wouldn't be home for another hour, which left me with plenty of time to do what I wanted. I took my hoodie off and revealed to the world my scared up arms. Each from a razor blade that dated back several weeks or even months. Then dragged the chair from my desk to the closet and stood on it. I slowly put the noose of the rope around my neck, tightening it on my skin.
"Freak!"
"KILL YOURSELF!"
"How pathetic!"
"Why don't you cut yourself more!?"
These thoughts kept running through my head as tears slowly dripped down my face. I was sick of it all. Sick of all the bullies. Sick of being alone. I just wanted it all to end.
I kicked the chair out from under me and hung my head down for the last time. Choking on the air I could never give. I looked towards the window across of me as I fought for air, tears streaming down my face as I thought of my mother and all the happy times.
Slowly I felt myself slip away. Felt my body grow lighter, and my eyes shut forever.
Goodbye world, I thought for the last time as I died.
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Dark World Vol. 1
Fantasy16 Year old Zero Inoue had a normal life. He went to school, home, and a family, yet the loss of his mother caused him to grow distant to the world. He had nothing, until one day he died, that's when everything changed. He finds himself stuck in th...
