Monday, The most mundane day of the week. Everyday you do the same thing, wake up, eat breakfast, and go to school. But I guess that I'm getting ahead of myself and starting in on the Emo a little early. I guess I should introduce myself, I'm a 15 year old self-imposed maniac going by the name Drake.
But back to the story. It was a dreary Monday morning just like all the rest of the 52 of them but something was definitely off about this one from the start. The first thing odd about it is that usually Dad would come in and yell at me to 'WAKE YOUR SORRY ASS UP!' but he definitely did not do that this morning. But I dismissed it as he would sometimes go to work early on the off chance he has coffee. But after I had just finished my morning routine of looking around my bed for the fullest can of soda I could find, I popped out of bed like a Angel out of hell. I quickly proceeded to exit my room to find something else odd. Usually if Dad was at work early Mom would be sitting at the table feeding Ollie, my little sister, but she wasn't there nor was there any lights on in the house making my trip to the kitchen exhausting.
As I finally found the light switch, I looked around and it had looked like a tornado blew through it. Dishes were shattered, papers were everywhere, and our counter was covered in... ketchup? Again, I dismissed it and started to pick up the papers but one caught my eye. It had more red on it than the others and looked to be my handwriting. As I start to read, I stop to more closely examine the red stain and quickly find it to be blood. I begin to feel a bit of panic set in as I start to read the rest of the note.
'April 13, 2019
Dear Mother and Father,
As I grow older I have started to realize that life is quite completely and utterly pointless. The world is going to end in the year 2050 and overpopulation is destroying our world. I refuse to be a part of the problems that plagues our precious world. So that is why I have decided to end my life and hopefully watch as the world completes its doom from the lap of the afterlife, whatever that may be.
Sincerely,
Drake'
I look back at the date and realize that it was three days ago, I look back at the counter and I look with more scrutiny and I realize that the counter was not covered with ketchup by covered with blood.
As I drop the paper and recoil in horror I trip and fall over something else on the ground, I look and see it's a gun, covered in blood from barrel to trigger, I let loose a scream and I tear through the house to my parents bedroom. I throw open the door and see my mom in bed still. I run over to her and try to put my hands on her shoulders to shake her awake, but they pass right through her as if she wasn't real. I let loose another scream, this one louder than the first, and I run back out of their room and straight out the front door.
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Hello and I apologize for any complaints that you might or might not have conjured up from the pits of hell, humanity calls their imagination.
Goodbye and Thanks for reading
-Kawaii_batman🦇👱🏻♂️
