once in a world of infinite possibilities, there was a below average twenty-three year old guy named Exe. For most of his life he wished that it would become like an anime. He honestly didn't have a fuckin clue what was in store for him. Fast forward about ten years into the future for a minute to find Exe walking home to find out that something had gone horribly wrong with his life. As he walked to his house from his boring ass nine to five job, he could see a sort of thick crimson red liquid running out from under the front door. He just thought 'my brothers must be trolling me so I'll just ignore it.' After about a half an hour of no screaming from his mother, non-stop talking from his brothers, or smell of food being cooked he figured something was definitely wrong with the situation. "There's no way my brothers Grey and Jack can be quiet for this long" Exe said to himself. that's when he forgot all about the crimson liquid and started making some food cause he was getting pretty hungry. but after a few months of this he started smelling something that could only be described as complete shit, rotting bodies, and sewage coming from his bedroom. so just in case there was someone in there waiting to kill him he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slowly made his way to the door. he immediately regretted doing this cause he started to gag when he got close to it so he covered his face with his shirt which didn't help at all. the smell was so intense that it just went through his three layers of shirts and was still making him gag. he cracked a few window to help air out the house and flung open his door to see his family hanging from the ceiling with their wrists and throat slit. he immediately dialed 911 and told the operator to send an ambulance to his address. when the EMTs got there his mother, Grey, and Jack were taken out in body bags. he went to their wakes and funeral laughing cause of the fact that he lost his mind at the sight of their bodies. But he wasn't sad. He was happy they died cause that meant the torture would finally stop and he was free to live his life his own way. He also felt empty cause he couldn't go back to his childhood home and get anything. he couldn't get his phone which had been his best friend next to a girl named Chris. they were the only ones to ever make him feel happy. he also felt sad cause that house had so many memories trapped in their walls. Most of which were bad but some good ones. Like that was where he got his first kiss, where he lost his v-card, and where he made his first friend... Chris. She was the only person in the world that could make him smile and since she always went to his house to hang out, he didn't know where she lived. He couldn't go to her and hang out for a while so he can forget about being empty. She was also the only girl he could ever manage to talk to since he had a hard time talking to girls. Altho many said he was wierd for treasuring the bad memories he had but in those memories at least he had a family, a house, and a friend. Now he was alone in the world since he couldn't text his friend and ask her where she lived. (hope you enjoyed the story so far. I bet it's a little dry. I know I almost fell asleep writing it. but anyways give me your honest opinions in the comments. see you all in the next chapter.)