Why start a story with a chapter one, let's break the rules for a bit. I'm sitting here alone covered in my own blood, this is no beginning, this is the end. Well, my end at least, I could spend hours telling you how I got here, but you've probably heard the same story a million times. Instead I'll tell you what happens next, I'm going to clean myself up, use peroxide to take the blood out of everything, walk out of my room, go to bed, wake up, go to school, smile, laugh, fake it for a bit, come home and then I'll want to die, or at least feel something, anything but this. This is not the end of my story, this is the end of me.
