I woke up to the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I opened my eyes and looked around my dark flat. There was no lightbulbs working in the house, I couldn't afford it. The only light was my TV which was in the living room. I only had three rooms, my bedroom connected to a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. There was blood leading up to  the bathroom, I had to clean that up soon. I groaned and got up. I wish I hadn't, every step I took was excruciatingly painful. I walked over to the door and opened it, the light blinded me, I jumped back and took the letter. Another noise complaint. The neighbors had complained about my screams from when I cut. I slammed the door shut, thinking about the cuts.

Words echoed round my head as I thought about it.

Useless.

Unwanted.

Deformed.

Ugly.

Creepy.

Lonely.

Unloved.

I banged my head against the wall, screaming. Soon, blood was dripping down my head onto the floor. At least the voices had gone away. For now..

 I read the letter, my neighbor Mr. Ramen Noodles, or 'Stupid f'er' as I called him, had complained about the noise. Screams, banging on the walls. Noodles had hated me from the moment I moved here, reporting me to the police, accidentally on purpose eating all my food. He was being replaced by someone called Sean. 

"Finally, that di-" I started, before being interrupted by another ring of the doorbell. I opened it, light shining into my apartment. Stood there, was a man with bright green hair and a smile that could light up anyone's heart. But not mine. He stood there for a second, looking at me.

"Hi! I'm Jack!" He yelled, smiling brightly.

"(Y/N).." I muttered. I pulled my jumper over the cuts on my wrist. He couldn't see, nobody could. They would just interfere. 'You have so much to live for.' and 'Don't go! We need you.' They didn't need me and wouldn't care at all.

"C-Can I come in?" He asked, his smile dropping a little.

"No." I replied, firmly. After a couple of seconds of him staring at me, I just sighed and made space for him to come in. He walked in, as soon as I closed the door he tried to turn the light on. It didn't work. He spotted the blood on the wall and jumped back. I sat on the couch and turned the TV on, it wavered and fizzed a little but then turned onto the only channel I had.

"Is it always this dark?" Jack asked, looking around.

"Yes." I replied, watching him head towards the bathroom.

"No, Don't go in there!" I shouted, "You know what, leave." I said, pushing him to the door.

"Are you happy here?" Asked Jack, concerned. No, he wasn't concerned. He was just faking. He would go and leave me like all the others.

I smiled my fakest and brightest smile, and said "Yes. Now GET OUT."

I slammed the door in his face.