Xin Ling cried. It hurt, but he kept going anyway. He wanted it to bleed. Did he really want to die? He did not know. He just cried and kept on trying to cut his wrist. His phone went off, it was probably Eve. She was the one he most loved, she was his savior. He loved her more than anything in this world. When he looked at her, he didn't just see, he felt. He opened his phone and read the texts. She was begging for him to stop. It was as if she knew exactly what to say to him. He didn't want to make Eve sad. He didn't want to make anyone sad, he just wanted to make himself sad. He felt the need to punish himself often, he never knew why. After he was done reading Eve's texts, he stopped. He was done with his punishment. He replied to Eve's texts and he promised he wouldn't hurt himself again. He had to learn to love himself, if he couldn't, that would mean that he would make Eve sad again. He got up, and walked to the kitchen. He had to put the knife where it belonged. After he was done with that, he talked with Eve for a while. Eve was like him too. They were both mentally ill and on medication. She understood him. She was a rational thinker. Freedom was what she longed for most. She hated the classic life cycle that is being birthed, going to school, getting a lover, getting married and dying. She sought freedom from this cycle the most. Ling didn't mind the cycle, but he was up for it whenever she wanted to vent. They both had gone through a lot to become suicidal. Xin Ling just wanted her to be happy. He was willing to do anything to make her happy. Talking with Eve always calmed him down. Eve always made Ling happy. Eve had to stop texting so Ling got inside his bed. He opened a random video from Youtube. He had to bathe today but he really didn't feel like bathing after what just happened. He preferred being under the covers and comfortable. Ling's dad appeared in his room, he had come to give Ling his medications. Ling hid his wound and took his medications. His father would yell at him and make a fuss if he told his father about his little accident. Ling's cat suddenly jumped on his bed! Ling smiled. Ling loved his cat Mika. Ling loved all cats. He pet Mika gently, making sure to pet him in the way he liked to be pet. Mika started purring, whenever he purred he would make Ling forget about all the things that happened to him. "Are you okay? You seem nervous.", Ling's dad said. "I'm alright, don't worry about me.", Ling exclaimed. His dad was very clearly suspicious, Ling had to be extremely careful. "Okay. Do you want tea?", Ling's dad asked. Ling shook his head in disapproval. Ling's dad sighed and left his room. Ling was all alone now, with Mika. Mika went to the corner of Ling's bed and laid down. Ling was left to think about what he did now. "I failed myself…", he thought. He laid on his bed, and closed his eyes. He imagined a world where he is a street racer. He imagined a world where he is a most wanted criminal. He imagined himself grown up, as a psychiatry doctor. His dreaming session was cut off by a yawn. He was too sleepy, the worst part was that he had school tomorrow. He was the student of a Science and Technology High School. He had no close friends at school, so school was always boring. His grades were fine, but they needed to be excellent. It took a lot of work to become a doctor after all. Ling had always been a perfectionist. He yawned again, he seriously needed to sleep. He got up, half asleep and announced to his dad that he was going to sleep. His dad nodded and Ling went back to his bed. Ling suddenly opened his eyes and found himself inside of a huge white room. He looked around the room. The room had a fountain inside and looked as if it was someone's room. He could hear people cheering from outside. He started walking to the window, but he tripped. His hair was…longer than him. He observed himself. He had white skin and was wearing light armor on top of a kimono. His hair was white, with the ends of his hair being black. He started touching his face feeling extremely alarmed. He was not in his body. After he somewhat got used to this fact, he stood up. He walked to the window, now being careful not to step on his hair. As he was about to look down the window, he jumped up.