AN: This will be the last one-shot I make for a while, so enjoy.

Perfection

You are the most handsome, intelligent, and strongest of your town. People envy you for that. You have a beautiful mother, charming father and two brothers. They have no description because they are not as perfect as you. You have all of the friends in the world and girls(and sometimes boys) fall hard for you. At school, you are the champ. The teachers pet, but also the jock. Your at parties all night, and you will fall asleep in class, but no one will care, because they will just stare at your handsome face. Everyone thinks your perfect, an angel.

But you know your not. You know you don't deserve praise. You know that your younger brother is the real perfect one. Innocent, kind and gentle. But they chose you because of your charm. You know your older brother was cast out from the beginning, and he hates you for living. So do you. You have all of these people who know you, but don't know YOU. All of these friends, who aren't true. You have been with many, but you have not loved or even liked one of them.

You know you are not perfect and you know why.

Because you are not YOU.

The real you is somewhere deep inside. Someone who just wants to be like everyone else, not this angel.

The real you wants to be friends with his brothers and get along with them, but instead they hate your guts.

The real you wants to fall in love with a girl who is not just wanting your looks or wealth, but you never will.

Everyone thinks your perfect. Everyone thinks your happy.

But you aren't.

One day, it becomes too much.

You grab a hand gun you bought from some 'friends' and go to your room. For a while you just sit and think about the life no one let you have, and for the first time in your 16 years, you smiled a real smile and pulled the trigger. You were so happy as you felt your soul leave your body.

Because your free from this fake life of pain.

An hour later your parents walk in and scream at the sight of your dead body. They didn't understand.

They thought you were the happiest person in the world. So why would you kill yourself?

Everyone in town mourned for you. They cried for their lost angel. They all wanted to know one thing.

Why?

But they were too blind to see your pain.

In the end, they got over it.

And you loved it.