I barely slept that night. I read myself the tales of monsters and humans over and over, but it didn't really help. In fact, those stories only served to help me stay awake longer. When the sun rose, I could barely think through my lethargic actions. However, even in my sleep deprived state, I should've known it was a horrible idea to return to the flower fields.

"The crybaby is back to mourn the death of a flower!" one voice snickered.

"Let's throw more rocks at her!" another said.

"Why is she even alive, anyway?" a third sneered.

I struggled to keep the tears in. I tried not to let the words affect me, but I heard them so often it was too hard to ignore. I hated it, but I stood and fled. All my thoughts were drowned out by the laughter behind me as I ran. Arriving back at the empty house, I sat on the ground in defeat. "Why won't they just leave me alone..?" I said in a soft voice. I picked up a rock and threw it without energy.

I heard some voices growing nearer and I held my knees to my chest, not wanting to talk to anyone else.

"Chara..?" I heard a kind voice say.

"W-What... w-what do you w-want..?" I asked softly, not looking up.

"Please, look up at me."

I did as the voice said and looked up at a supposedly gentle face. I made sure to pull down the sleeves on my sweater, not wanting anyone to see the marks of my abuse.

"Are you alright..? You seemed to be quite sad," the man said.

I couldn't believe it. Someone was actually being nice to me. "W-Well..."

So I told him what had happened, and he shook his head.

"Wow... those children... must've been right," he scoffed.

I recoiled in shock.

"I mean, crying about a dead flower? That's just plain idiotic. Why are you alive?" he chucked to himself and stood, walking away. I let out a whimper as tears streamed down my face.

They were right... I thought to myself, still sobbing. I don't deserve life. I shouldn't be alive.

I wasn't listening to my own reason as I climbed Mt. Ebott. The rocks and dirt crumbled around me, but I still wanted to make it to the top. It seemed like it was my mission, despite the reason I was scaling the mountain.

Maybe I shouldn't do this, I thought. But they'll just keep hurting me... that doesn't mean I should fling myself down a mountain... does it..?

I was so confused. My emotions were conflicting and my thoughts were hazy. I couldn't tell what to do.

I finally reached the top of the mountain. I flinched when a cold wind blew around me. I should turn back, I decided. Still, curiosity got the better of me. I simply wondered what it could be that was down the mountain. So I inched closer and closer to the rim.

That's when I tripped. The large, bulky root tripped me and taking my final decision from me as I fell into the abyss. The last thing I remembered was hitting a field of golden flowers identical to those from my home.