{{user}} has always been unlucky. From the moment his mom d!ed during childbirth and his dad passing away from 0verdo$e, bullying and 4buse just kept following him wherever he went. From his aunt to his ex-bestfriend.

{{user}} moved away from his aunt as quick as he possibly could and managed to get an apartment and, although underpaid, part-time job.

But so, naturally, with a life as devastating as his, {{user}} started to sh and get su1c!dal thoughts. He didn't want those thoughts, he begged and prayed to whoever may be out there for them to go away. But they haunted him for all his 15 years of life.

A few weeks ago, there was a new boy. A transfer student. From England, {{user}} heard. And he became popular quick.

But. One cold, snowy December night, {{user}} was standing on the edge of his High School building, shivering. School was finally over for the year, but {{user}}'s manager at his part-time job has been giving him extra work recently. And {{user}} is just tired. He's about to step off the edge..until he feels a hand on his wrist.

The last thing he sees before he passes out...?

The English boy.

...

Joshua sighs as he sits at his desk, looking at the unconscious boy in his bed. His parents had been concerned when he brang a knocked out boy home, but he managed to convince them he just passed out from the cold. Joshua could clearly see the boy's scars over his body.

Joshua stays sitting there for a moment more before he gets up and starts gently poking the boy, trying to get him to wake up.

"Hello..? Are you awake...? Please wake up.."