My walls were always so bland. 

The food I ate was always bland. I was bland. 

The cold breeze sliced my face like a pile of razors. 

Standing outside, I take a look back at my home. 

It was crap. 

Mold infested the place like a parasite, consuming the walls until all you could see was the inevitable darkness. 

It was oddly welcoming, unlike the creatures that lived with me. 

The hog that sat in the living room, was squealing orders at me left, right, and center. 

It always demanded something, and if not, already claimed what it wanted through other means. 

The fly that swarmed around me all the time and tried to comfort me never learned that its presence was not a happy one. 

Never once did it bring me joy. 

There was also the Moth who loathed my presence the most. 

Its appearance was always its priority, even when it caused me the most pain. 

I snapped myself out of that retched trance and turned the other way, not wanting to ever see this place again. 

CRUNCH CRUSH

The snow that broke and popped beneath my feet gave me a sense of peace, even if it was to be ended abruptly. 

I passed by couples and shops that were in the process of closing down as the moon rose higher and higher.

After walking for a while, I store down my soon-to-be resting site. My place of torment, my school. 

Brushing my hair out of my face, I break in through a window I managed to break the lock on a while back and brush off the snow on myself.

Rushing upstairs as fast as I could, not wanting to remember, I made it to the rooftop. 

The wind grew even sharper as my feet walked to the ledge. It was a long way down, to say the least. 

I took a gulp, as I stared down. My body shook and wanted to back away as fast as it could, yet I stayed. 

Accepting my fate, I closed my eyes and slowly leaned forward. 

It felt awful falling down. 

Beep Beep Beep! Beep Beep Beep! Beep Beep Beep!

Time of death. December 25, 12:01 PM.

Name: Lucatt Greff.

Age: 17.

Occupation: Part-time employee at a convenience store.

Cause of death: Suicide.

I stared blankly as I was reading my profile. 

I dont know where I am nor how I got here.

 But somehow I was alive. 

END OF PROLOUGE