[A lot of depressing things (depression, thoughts of suicide, suicide?) going on this chapter, you've been warned. Also I reference like three different songs.]

"David, talk to me."

Hate. There's a lot of it in this world and I couldn't begin to describe my hatred for one person in particular, Ex. They were the reason they were gone. I can't bring them back.

I say this as if I'm not at fault. Lucia had died in order to save Maria but, that wouldn't have happened if Felix didn't steal a flag for me. If I had just not let my flag get taken in the first place maybe she would still be here. Felix had died because of me too.

Maybe it should've been me instead. I don't deserve to live especially because right now I'm only living off of others. I provide no benefits for the others. There is no reason I should be kept alive. I just leach off of them. I steal oxygen, food, and water from those who really need it. I'm just a socially awkward kid that can't do anything right.

I wish I could stay a kid yet, I don't at the same time. I don't want to grow up, I don't want to stay a kid, I don't want to stay in the present. There is no space for me. Where is there for me to go? I feel trapped between the three choices. I don't want any of it.

I know people love me dearly but, why? I ask myself this all the time yet, I don't find the answer. I can't even treat my friends right. I'm not a good friend. I'm not a good sibling. I'm not a good child. I'm not a good student. I'm not good at much and the things I am good at I have no chance of making a living out of it.

It's like the world if setting me up for failure. Sometimes I feel like nothing can pull me out of my slump. I have lost all faith. I don't see much benefit living in the world. What's the point of life? To make friends? What happens when one of you has to leave? Make new ones? Just replace them as if they're objects just like your old friends do to you?

Get a job? Why? So I can slave my life away doing something I don't want to? Let's be honest, most people will never get their dream job. People say all the time that they know what their dream job is but, they really don't. More often then not, they end up unhappy.

Get married? Have kids? What if you never end up finding "the one"? They say there is only one person that you're perfect for but, when do we know? How do we know that we truly are supposed to end up with them? Aside from that, supporting a family is hard and it doesn't help that the economy in most countries aren't good.

On top of all of this, so many things are going on in this world: shootings, war, global warming, slavery, sex trafficking, there are so many we would be here for days if I tried to name them all.

These thoughts invaded my mind like moths swarming to a light. I felt as if I was falling from a great height. My mind began to collapse. I can't take this anymore. Every day, every night, they repeat. Inside my head too many questions just got me thinking what's my question.

"Hey, tell me what you want." Ex said in a teasing voice.

"How can you tell I wanted to ask you something? Who are you?"

"I am YOU, I see me in you. I feel it when I'm with you. In the same space, in the same time, I can do anything. I found YOU, I found me in you. I see myself in there." Ex sang as if it was the lyrics to a song.

"Stop lying! Tell the truth!"

They stayed silent as if they were mocking me. I can't take this anymore.

Now they've been going around, they're lingering in my mind and making me dizzy. Go away, hey. Against the voices harassing me, I cry out again. But, I can't just step out of them voices.

My hands grip on the rope that was used when I first got here to tie my in this hellhole. I grab my chair and I get everything set so I can leave.

I'll see you later.