You had been fascinated with death your whole life. It was weird. You'd get bones from animals who were roadkill and analyze them as a teen. After cleaning, of course.

Lately you've been fascinated with another death. Your own. It wasn't, s-icidal. You just wanted to know. You needed to know. You needed to feel it.

So you went on an online forum. And you met this guy. Gerard. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted to feel someone die by his hand. And you decided to meet up. You wanted this man to kill you.

You were at a shitty diner. One of the last ones in Newark that let you smoke inside still. God bless 2003. He was smoking a cigarette, and you were across from him. His black hair covered his face slightly and his voice was low.

"So.. you wanna die?"