'Life sucks, doesn't it? It would be a shame if you were to... Slip into that knife right there~' The voice in your head spoke coldly. Recently, the thought of killing yourself had been growing. Your abusive family have been controlling your life, your job was as monotonous as could be, and any friends you had have left you. Your town was full of people who were too selfish to pay attention to anything other than themselves, and it sickened you. It brings back that memory you kill-... Actually, that wasn't the most pleasant memory.

My eyes drifted down to the pristine blade in my fingers. Your hair blew in the cool wind, making you look up at the twinkling stars above you... Could you really do it? Could you really kill yourself? These questions flooded your brain as you tightened your grip on the blade.

Suddenly, a crazed laugh came from behind you... You turned around to look at the voice The man was sickly thin and had wide eyes that almost looked too big for his sockets. His black hair was spiky and pointing out in multiple directions. For clothing, he had a t-shirt that had the two symbols: "?Z", not that you knew what they meant. Under the shirt, had had long sleeves and gloves that covered his slender fingers. Finally, he wore long boots. Overall, he had a very... Interesting appearance. Before you could even comprehend anything, he spoke in a loud voice

"What are you crying for?"

It just occurred to you that a few tears were slipping from your eyes... You weren't sure if you should respond or not, but his wide gaze was slightly unsettling