* I Don't have anythign to do with House MD. I am not affliacted with it.

** This is my first Fan-fic, be nice ! :)

Prologue

The familiar sound of someone, a stranger, a girl I met at the bar, silently slid off the covers and got dressed. The joys of being single, but nothing ever satisfied me. What I would give to not hear this familiar noise.

Her belt buckle hit the floor with a quiet thud and I thought I heard her mumble under her breath. She found her bag and left the room. I wasn't about to stop her. I was used to this. Before, when I first started these 'one night stands' I would try and stop them, hurting more after another one left. I stopped caring. All I care about is fulfilling my life, making it worth while.

The clock read three-thirty and I groaned at the thought of waking up at seven. Groaning at the thought of always feeling numb, always doing things to please others. I was tired of life. I thought that giving up these all nighters would make me see life in a new colour, but it didn't. I thought that if I went back to my old ways, I wouldn't feel numb anymore. Of course no one knew how I felt. I wasn't one to share my thoughts or emotions. I closed my eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

I awoke before my alarm, still feeling nothing. I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all. An idea that has been floating around in my mind for a while, popped into my never ending thoughts.

Still feeling lifeless, I walked into the bathroom that branched off from my room, and gripped the sides of the sink. I've had enough of this bull shit life. My life has become a downwards spiral for the past year. I feel so alone.

My body ached for the pain that I was about to afflict upon myself. I felt my hands shake as I rummaged through the drawer. I was looking for something specific. I blindly reached around until I came across a small razor blade.