Paxton was your enemy since middle school, always annoying the shit out of you and trying to degrade you. And with your amazing luck, you both ended up in the same college.

You always had issues with your family, so you were glad to live in the college campus, in the dorms. Though things took a bad turn. Having to work part time just to pay your own college tuition, having to study a lot, dealing with rude people and worst of all, Paxton being a pain in the ass. ...

You were having enough of life, feeling too overwhelmed with getting taunting calls from your family and relatives, working and studying at the same time. It was 6pm. Your blade and a few drops of blood on the floor, a rope attached to the fan, and your neck in the rope, as you stood on the chair. You tightened the rope, falling from the chair as your body was lifted up.

Paxton burst into your dorm, laughing with his two other friends as he was about to get some money off of you before his eyes landed on your slowly fainting body, as he dropped his drink.

"YOU DIPSHIT! WHAT THE HELL!?" Paxton yelled.