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ACT 1: Part 1: Just a dream

Zeke Maton walked slowly through the pouring rains of the biggest city ever recorded in human history, Acosha. The city was always bustling with people of all shapes and sizes. South Acosha was a global tourist hotspot because of how the architecture blended in with nature and plant life, and the north was a gigantic industrial kingdom, with buildings and skyscrapers and barely a hint of the overflowing natural feel of the south.

In between these two, jarringly different zones was a blending of suburbs that acted as the mixing pot between nature and machine. It still had tall buildings and hospitals and shopping centres, but it also had parks and trees and nature, just like you'd expect from any regular town that was not bordered by two extremes.

Right now Zeke is on one of the higher apartment buildings of the north, standing on the very edge of the building. Zeke was done with it all. All the hate and death and pain in the world. How no one else cared. How he was completely alone in this world. How no one knew he was hurting.

Zeke wanted it all to stop. He didn't want to hurt anymore, he didn't want to feel selfish for having dark thoughts like he often does. He was never bullied, and he can get along with people well, even if a lot of it was fake, that's all he needed right? So why did he feel so empty and sad, with no purpose and no way to help anyone?

He was done feeling this way. He was done.

The wind was whipping his hair and clothes around. The full moon was outlining his figure, the cold night Saying its final goodbyes to him.

And he lept.

He stayed conscious throughout the whole fall. He had time to process that those were his last few seconds in the world. He saw the street below him growing closer and closer.  And he closed his eyes in acceptance.

He was... floating? Not like in water, where you cant breath and you feel cold and heavy, but light and warm and... dark. Everything was dark. He didn't feel alone. He felt like someone was with him... and he wasn't.

Out of the darkness, he heard a voice.

"You shouldn't be here yet, your off schedule"

The voice didn't sound menacing or angry, just calm, like it was stating the weather.

"Who are you, why am I here, where am I?" Zeke asked, confused out of his mind"

"Not so fast, you don't need to know any of that yet." the voice from the shadows said. "you're not even supposed to be here, you've thrown the whole schedule off, you need to go back."

"Back?" Zeke shouted in surprise. "Why would I go back to the place I wanted to leave so bad I would die for it?"

"Because I'm making you. Good luck!" the voice chirped cheerfully

Zeke could feel the black fading away. He felt defeated. He couldn't even end it right.

Zeke woke up in his bed. It was a dream. Nothing new. He had had dreams like that before, except, that voice... he couldn't get it out of his head. It seemed so real, he had never imagined anything like that voice before.

Well, dwelling on it wouldn't help anything. Or at least that's what his best friend always told him.

His best friend Alex, always had words of wisdom for him when he was feeling down or confused. Him and Alex had been best friends since 5th grade, and when Zeke's parents had died when he was 13 Alex had been with him the whole time. He wasn't sure if Alex knew about his depression, or how much Alex had helped with it. He didn't want to tell Alex either, Alex was always so happy, and should not be dragged down by Zeke's own sadness.

Zeke checked the alarm clock next to him which read 5:30. He woke a bit earlier than usual, but that was fine, he liked to wake up early because it gave him time to try and get out of bed, which used to be much much harder than it was now, but is still a task.

When he eventually got out of bed and into the shower, he turned it on and waited until it was steaming hot. Zeke always loved the feel of the burning hot water flowing over his body. When the burning liquid covered him he felt calmer than any other time. It just felt... right.

By the time he was out of the shower and completely dressed for school, it was 6:45, a perfect time to leave for school. And also when Alex and him met outside the apartment building they both lived in to walk to school together.

Zeke picked up his book and keychain and met Alex outside. Alex was a regular looking teenager, 5'7, not too buff, not too scrawny, with dark brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, and a soft kind face. The only thing not normal about Alex was his hair. It was pure white. According to Alex, it had always been white since the day he was born, apparently, he had some kind of hair disorder that made his hair completely colourless. Alex was always smiling and laughing, and always wanted to have fun, but he knew when to be serious, and he was smart, as evident by his 3.8 GPA since grade school.

Unlike Alex, Zeke had jet black hair, pale skin, was scrawny and short for a male, at 5'2.

They were almost complete opposites appearance-wise, and their personalities were contrasting as well, Alex was a complete extrovert, loving people and big activities and parties, Zeke, not so much. Even with all their differences, they were still best friends, and cared about each other more than most other people in their lives, both being orphans in a scene. Zeke's parents died three years ago, one day they left to go shopping and didn't come back ever since then he was alone, having no other family besides his parents. Alex never knew his parents, and had lived with his aunt and uncle all his young life, until he was 16 and bought an apartment right next to his best friend Zeke. Alex never had the best relationship with his aunt and uncle, so he left as soon as he was the legal age to live by himself. Lucky for Alex, Zeke's parents were quite well off before they died, and he had enough money to pay for both of them for the rest of their lives and still have enough left over to buy them each a house, car, and a small business.

"Hey eke, ready to go?" Zeke was broken out if his thoughts by Alex, using the silly nickname he gave him.

"Yeah I'm ready, let's go Lexi." Zeke still had the better nickname for him, but he'd give Alex some slack, there was nothing good to do with the name Zeke.

And off they were to their school in the middle zone of Acosha, Ventain highschool.

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