"You're a weak kid, and pathetic."

"You're not special. You don't have any talents."

"I'm not your friend, anymore. You're a weirdo. I can't have weirdos in my friends cycle."

"Why did you exist?"

"Pathetic, loner, weirdo."

"This is all your fault!"

"You're the one who ruined my life!"

"You don't belong in this world."

"Oh, how I wish you were dead."

"You should've died."

You should've died.

You should've died..

You should've died…

You should've died you should've died you should've died you should've died you should've died you should've died.

"I should've died from the beginning, right…?"

Mount Ebott. A mysterious mountain hidden somewhere away from the village. It is said that those who climbed the mountain never returned. No one knew what happened to the "missing" humans who embarked their journeys to Mount Ebott. Despite everyone's effort to search for the missing humans, despite the clues they had found regarding them, alas, they could never be found, even until this day.

Upon hearing rustles from the bushes, the child panted heavily as they dropped on their knees to the ground to regain some energy. It was the child's first experience to climb on a very big mountain. After hours of climbing, hiking, resting, struggling, the child couldn't take it any longer. They had travelled far enough from their village. It's okay. They didn't want to come back, anyway. It's better to stay out of their lives than to plague themself with them just to make them suffer. They were nothing but a burden to them. They bullied, tortured and tormented them badly enough, purely because they existed. It's their fault. They didn't have the ability to become a normal child. They didn't have the ability to live up to their expectations. They didn't have the ability to get along with them. No matter what their efforts to interact with them, they always got disowned as if they were a useless doll. It was quite a terrible thing to happen upon the child, but they couldn't fight back. They just couldn't. They didn't have the courage to do so. They were too afraid to behave aggressively against them. They were too nice. They were too nice, too nice… Just, too nice. They were too nice…

Time had passed. The child had grown bored in the mountain. They didn't know where else to go if they can't return to their village. They stood up, feeling sluggish. As they took their first step away from their spot, their eyes were glued on a big hole in front of the child.

Driven by curiosity, the child marched closer towards the big hole. It was so dark and deep, they couldn't see the bottom of it. Maybe that explained why the humans who climbed Mount Ebott never returned. But still, it was odd to see a hole in the middle of the mountain. Not even the child knew where the hole led to.

"Maybe, if I jump into the hole, things would've been better," the child thought to themself.

The child was trembling. They were scared to fall, yet at the same time, it could be the best for them to fall and never return to the surface. They won't have to see anyone again. The child pulled out a razor from their pocket. They folded their left sleeve till the folds reached above their elbow. The razor was pointed to the arm.

One, two, three, no.. Five, six.

Six cuts on the soft and squishy left arm was painful, but exhilarating. The child breathed the air sharply between their gritted teeth. They were trying to endure the pain they were feeling. Well, that was enough cuts for today. It was even funnier to see the scars behind the cuts. The old scars caused by the cuts they did to themself a few days ago. It was just a subtle pain to them.

When they opened the folds and hid the cuts behind the sleeves, the child was contemplating before the hole.

"Here goes nothing…"

And they fell.