You know that feeling when loneliness is eating away at your brain? When you want to be with people, anyone will do, as long as you have someone to interact with. Like when you're alone on Christmas or when the one person who completes you isn't there. Or when your best friend is on the other side of the world. You've become a wallflower. As you're drowning, your cries for help go unheard by those around you. Your name is Latula Pyrope, and your current situation is not radical.
She sighed heavily as she walked into her apartment, the sounds of her X-Box blaring from the other room, no doubt being played by Mituna, her matesprit and room mate.
"Even he has no idea," she thought to herself as she threw her skateboard into the closet. "I don't hide it from him and he still chooses video games over helping me"
She'd given up on trying to rely on Mituna for support, he wasn't stable enough nor did he seem to care.
Its as if the entire world had stopped noticing her, despite her efforts to stay rad and make sure everyone knows what a game girl she is. She felt miserable. No body cared what happened to her.
As she walked into her room, she realized that she doesn't care what happens anymore she just needs an escape. She walked over to her dresser as a wave of clouded lucidity washed over her.
"What's the point? He won't care. He's too busy playing his game to notice the noise." She thought to herself, as she pulled out her precious gun-a small black gun with a single round loaded.
She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower until the room was full of steam. She took a deep breath, raised the weapon to her temple, and pulled.
Mituna jumped at the sound. Confused, he went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door, wondering if Latula knew what the sound was. He opened the door and froze. His greatest fear, his worst nightmare, had just become reality.
As the bang echoed through the apartment, Latula Pyrope's body fell into the shower, her blood swirling down the drain.
