It's 2016 and suicide rates are at an all time high in America. They're worse than during the Great Depression. This is having a great affect on Alfred, who is having a difficult time pulling through. His thoughts are getting darker and his skin bloodier. With all these deaths and the thoughts mulling in his brain will he be able to make it through this time? Is there anything Arthur can do? The future is looking bleak, and this is one thing Arthur isn't sure Alfred will be able to make it through. (This is purely fictional and I do no own any of the characters used. As for the suicide rates, this is a very serious topic, and is "made up". I do bot know what they are in 2016, as it is still 2015, and they will hopefully not be this bad when 2016 comes around. WARNING: Suicidal and depressing thoughts + actions. There will be self harm, death, and multiple mentions/doings of suicide.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.