(Trigger Warning, there will be mentions about self-harm, suicide, rape, murder, and a lot of other stuff.) "I woke up to the buzzing of a pager, I looked at it and saw, "Upcoming suicide on 94756 Stonewall Sq, Albany, New York 12084 at 6:48 a.m." I checked the time and saw that it's 5 a.m. I forced myself to wake up and sit up. I glanced around my room, noticing the normal parts, the beautifully painted beige walls (from good ole Apollo), piles of black journals, an electronic keyboard, my scythe and black robes, and the piles of Stephen King books. " That was the beginning of the story and if you found that intriguing, then you might find the story interesting too, so maybe give it a try? Parts of it may be a little graphic, but I'm not sure yet. But thanks!