*Three years ago*
"I know-"
"When the end of my life is. Yeah, it's tonite. You don't fucking joke about that shit, Jacob. Do you know what I think about every fucking night? No, you don't, because you don't fucking care." I walk out of that classroom, thinking about my shiny, metal, baby. I can already feel the precious liquid flowing out of my wrist and me passing out on the bathroom floor. Escaping this fucked up world. That's what I want more than anything, even warped tour tickets.
I walk home, not wanting anyone to even talk to me. When I get home, I walk to my bed, throw down my backpack, and retreat the 'crib' that my baby is sleeping in. I pick up the beautiful gift from a demon and press it against my wrist, harshly ripping the akin open. I do this until there is no more room for more memories. I slide down the silver walls of the bathroom and everything turns black. I see the flames of my new home.
