The Last King

The Beginning

I, am nothing special. I am just a stranger to everyone. You've probably seen me somewhere, in a crowd, on a plane, a train, in my dads' car, anywhere. My life is boring, I work at a fast food place, I am fifteen, I grew up in a happy household, but, life for me has sucked. I have social anxiety and i'm bullied for practically everything I do. People gossip about me because I have two dads, and that has led me to having no friends, because who wants to be friends with the shy boy with gay parents? I'll tell you who; no-one. I don't have a social life at all. I distance myself from everyone else so I can't be hurt. When anyone does try to be nice or talk to me i get nervous and flee...especially if it's a guy. Yes, I'm gay, and, I haven't told anyone other than my computer now I guess.

It's weird to write this story but, it's...fun. People deserve to know who I am. So, let's get to know each-other a bit. I, am non-binary. I prefer pronouns like they/them, but whatever people call me I'm OK with. As I stated earlier I am gay, I like boys but sometimes girls catch my attention.

Anyway, back to what I was talking about. I developed depression, I stopped doing things and I lost interest in my daily activities that got rid of this feeling, like drawing. I loved to draw it was my favorite thing in the world to do. I don't draw anymore. I never hurt myself on purpose, I've tried but a little voice in my head nagged me not to do it. I can't stand the way blood looks. Eventually, I decided i was no good for this world. "Nobody cares about me." that nagging voice told me one day, it was a change of tune for the voice. My mind flooded with thoughts like that one. Hour after hour, minute after minute, second by second those thoughts flooded my brain. I'd cry myself to sleep each night knowing no one cared about me. I had enough. The thoughts that flooded my head day after day stopped. I knew what I had to do.

I was a liability, I held people back. I was a waste of space. I left for school on my bike. Lying to my parents saying I wanted the exercise. I bought a rope and went through the school day. I rode my bike to the edge of the woods. I ditched the bike and ran into the woods without any thought. I looked for the perfect spot for my body to hang. So it can be on display for when someone finds me. I crinkled the suicide note in my pocket, it listed all of the people who bullied me, hurt me, and everyone who didn't care about me. I stepped into a clearing, this was it. "This is perfect..." I thought. "Wait, who is that?" I thought once more. My eyes were so fixated to how perfect of a spot this would be for my body to dangle that I hadn't realized someone else was there. He sat on a throne, with this shit-eating grin on his face. He wore a rusty crown, his hair was blond and he wore royal clothing as if he were a king or something. He was about my age. Then, without warning he spoke to me; "Welcome to my castle.".