A little message from the phone came up with bright colors to light up his dimly lit room, it was a message he created months ago to celebrate a certain anniversary with a certain special someone. It was a text that came from a different person, one with a lively soul and a heart full of love. You can even smell the teen spirit just by reading the first line of it.

"Foolish"

He lie there mumbling while tossing himself around the mattress, eyes concentrate on the ceiling fan with a funny expression in his face. suddenly his eyes shut, and a stream of emotions come flow through his broken body to make it crack slowly, the old smile come up, like every other time. Sadly the person he was so excited about doesn't consider him special no more.

Memories

He doesn't say it out loud, but he know himself well, the fact that he cannot forget the things that he should have, to move on, to take action, to actually do something about his situation. It is truly pathetic, a guy who spent too much time chasing false love now falling back to those memories for help, to feel the good ol' sensation of distance happiness.

How can i get you out of this mess.

He pick up the knife from an old box, slit his own throat in an fantastical fashion, then silently watch as the stream of blood merge with the stream of memories, marking an end of a story that should have ended long before.

"I beg you pardon, are you out of ye bloody mind ? "

Oh don't be such a spiceless brat, I'm trying to make the story interesting here, and it's not like you don't want to do it.

The guy talks back to his narrator, like the degenerate that he is, no wonder why he is still sitting here on valentine's day, who could ever love such a useless character who don't even have enough balls to fucking off himself.

"What makes you think i don't ? the fact that you're talking is the proof"

He throws a jar of small pills in front of him to prove something

And what is that ?

"Anti Depression Candy"

He chug a handful of pills in his mouth and swallow it directly

"This is the 3th or 4th tube, i don't care enough to count, maybe i have too much depression to be cure, or maybe death is just on vacation and he's taking the bus back"

So, illution....... huh ?

"Exactly, Mr-voice-in-my-head"

But my.... my job is to make this story more interesting, how come.... what am i supposed to do now ?

"Well how bout that, maybe we were all made to be like this..... but i think i will make one last sacrifice, ready to narrate the best story i can give you ?"

Y... yes sir.

The broken man stretch his arm out to reach the record, take the CD marked "X" then put it in the CD player. The song "Suicide Is Painless" by Johnny Mandel plays loundly in the dimly lit room, stretching out the darkness of the midnight sky when he swallow an incredible amount of pills in the last jar. He look at the moon, take a deep breath and close his eyes, blood comes out of his nose while tears drip out from the corner of his eye.

The song finished abruptly, leaving the man with the moonlight, he type out something on his phone, throw it away, and burn brightly for one last time.

"Depression knows it's way
Depression never leave it's prey
I shall carry it from life to the grave
What a truly special day "

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Yesterday a young boy was found dead in his apartment, police have confirmed that the cause of dead was because of drug overdose. Right before his death the victim send 911 a strange symbol.

:^)