Something I'd like to point out before this story kicks off, the main character is based on what it is like in my very own life, and what I predict will happen in the future eventually. No, I will not teleport to some mythical world inside of a fairytale. The personality that I give to the character will represent who I am, and what I am. Hopefully you can pick up on that personality and realize that there are people out there just like me, and that they need help. I will not use my name in the story, because the character is not me, but rather a representation of my own character and personality. The people that are in the human world are based off of real life people I know, and I will not share any of their names, for privacy's sake of course.

With that, I bid you adieu.

Prologue

Shit. That's what my life has been. Ever since I moved onto the outskirts of the port town that I have moved out of since then. My father had become a former shell of what he was. He yells, he cusses, he drinks, hell, he doesn't even do the work my mother has asked him to do around the house. What does he do? He sleeps all day, or goes out to help all of his buddies. And he says he does enough around the house. Pffft. What a bunch of baloney. My mother and I have had miserable lives throughout my childhood. I cried a lot, and so did she. I eventually became a shell of what I once was, just like my father. I used to be this very kind and caring individual. But now, I get angry at the most stupidest things, such as someone putting my cup in either the sink or the dishwasher, even if I had just gotten that cup out THE SAME DAY! It doesn't help that I am autistic too. I don't understand things as clearly as other people. I always feel the urge to correct someone, even if I know what they mean. And if someone doesn't respond to me, I keep on saying something over and over again until they get mad at me… does anyone ever understand me? I also have ADHD, OCD, and I did have tourettes, but that has been long gone.

I am now twenty-four years old, and I had just gotten out of college. I had mastered in video game developing, and I was teeming with ideas, and I was excited like a schoolgirl talking to her crush after been noticed by him for once. Heh. I've watched too much anime. I had also sent my application forms to Sierra Entertainment. I originally wanted to work for Nintendo, but whatever swayed me, I haven't a clue. Today. Today, was going to be a very important day; I can feel the ichor coursing through my veins, making me feel very invincible! Yeah!.. nah. No human is invincible. Not even Thomas Jackson. He got shot by his own men due to the overcasted shadows on his coat. Made him seem like a Union soldier, and what do ya know? His arm shattered, got amputated, and he died from ammonia a week later.

I was full of determination. Whenever someone insulted me, I insulted them back, only with a lot more of a punch than the former. I wasn't going to let any stinking punk or gangster back me into a corner and kill me in cold blood… why does that sentence foreshadow something that I now suddenly fear? I have extreme paranoia, and it usually is just hunches that are fake. I chuckled to myself, hopefully knowing that this was still "just a hunch." It was only nine o'clock AM, and I was waiting for my letter to come into the mail saying that I made the job.

Fortunately, I did not have to wait very long, and I saw a letter slide under my door, with my name on it. I got up from my seat, and said a silent prayer to God. Yeah, yeah, I pray. There is some force at work, shaping our world and our universe. God just had to exist. I wondered nine years ago after seeing that fetus' look the same at the first stage. All the animals in the world had to be one thing at one point, then they just separated. That would explain that theory I had thought of when I was young.

I tore open the letter without a second though, and I quickly read through its contents. Boring, boring, boring, what is even more boring than more words? I reached the bottom. This is what I was waiting for. FUCK. YEAH! I was accepted as an affiliate of Sierra Entertainment! I feel as if my heart could just burst from my chest in a bloody mess and start doing a tap dance with a tip of the fedora at the end! I would start my shift at the end of the month. After all, it was December, and they noted that they wouldn't want to cut me after just applying for the job. What kind of company would do that anyway? My life has made a turning point! I'm gaining the lead! Now all I need to do now is get a girlfriend, marry her, hope she is the right one, and have some children. I want at least one boy, and one girl. My father was born into a family of sisters. He's the only male out of them all. He had recently passed away too due to COPD. He ruptured a lung from a coughing fit, and as if they weren't permanently damaged already. We couldn't get him to the hospital in time to save him. Despite me having no respect, I missed him a lot. My mother still lives today, and my brother gave her grandchildren. She was finally a grandmother. I have no idea where my sister is. Hopefully she is still alive and well. Bad luck seems to follow her when she was at the wheel. She may be a bit reckless, but she can drive. It's all the other idiots that happen to her.

I walked out my door and pulled out my iPhone. I instantly added all of my friends into a chat room, and typed into the textbox, "OMFG, I MADE THE JOB! $ #%#$^." I was instantly met back with some replies, some were congratulating me with my success. Others were just proud. I switched on the camera, put it on my window facing me. I pressed record, and gaining my inner child, I walked back, raised my arms, and I dabbed. I ended the video, and sent it. I was soon met with dab emojis from some. I have such great friends.

I decided that I was going to walk around the city of Baltimore, just to think about my life, and how it turned out to be shit, but gradually became the best life I will ever get at this point. Ever since I was little, I wanted to make people happy. As I grew, I delved more into my dream, and decided that I would be a developer for the video game industry. I wanted to make a lot of people happy, and that included children at that time period too. I smiled to myself as I walked between people in a daze. Yeah, I lived in one of those apartments in the city. It was so beautiful at night, but during the day, you'd be bound to be killed by a terrorist at some point, or perhaps mugged. But hey, this was my life. I can do with it however I please. I decided that I would stop by a cafe to get my daily coffee. I wasn't there for just the coffee. I was meeting one of my best friends, but more importantly, my childhood crush, who I still liked very much. She was quirky, but very enjoyable. Jadelyn was a silly woman, but very smart. She had supported me since the day we met. Though we didn't have many classes together in school, we hung out one way or another. I then considered one day who I had the hots for. I realized that I thought of Jadelyn very much, and I knew that day that she was the one for me. She would balance me out, and bring me out of the depression that I had acquired from all the bullshit at him. It wasn't her efforts alone that brought me out of depression, but rather all of my friends in general. I don't think that I would have made it out of school alive without them. God blessed me with these people, and I don't intend on just leaving them dead and alone in a ditch; I would bury every last one of them, gather large enough stones, and carve into the stone with my fingers until they were raw and bleeding if I had to.

"Morning, Jadelyn," I announced to her casually as I sauntered up to the only open stool at the counter. I was obviously being stared angrily at by some of the perverted men in the cafe. They had the hots for Jadelyn too, and they only wanted her looks, and especially, her body. It's not what's on the outside that counts, but rather what was on the inside. I taught myself this lesson the same day that I developed my feelings for her.

"Good morning, Zero!" she replied cheerfully before reaching behind the counter and bringing out a menu for me. The cafe not only served coffee, but pastries, breakfasts, and did I mention food? I did? I don't remember.

"Did you get my text? I made the job," came my counter-reply. I was obviously quite prideful, because I had finally achieved my childhood dream of making other children and people happy. I would start my shift on the seventeenth of January. It was usually the time where the workers of this company… well… got back to work.

"Totally. That's an amazing feat you just performed. Not many people achieve their dreams nowadays."

I smiled at her behind the menu, though she could probably see through the menu, because she smiled back. I gave my order of a cinnamon bun and a large cup of coffee with french vanilla creamer. I don't drink coffee for the caffeine and "energy." I drink it for the taste. The creamer and coffee mixed together was a pleasant taste that I enjoyed.

I left the cafe that day with the stupidest grin on my face. I must have been drunk on something, but I knew I wasn't. Perhaps it was the rush of all the good things happening to me? My mind will never know. Little did I know that eyes bore into the back of my head from within the cafe. Little did I also know that my life will be flipped turned upside down. Just with one encounter from these perverts. Heh… I just made a "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" pun.

I had spent the whole day wandering the city, buying a few things here and there, and delivering them to my apartment. I was just walking around the night, the streets peaceful and void of life, with the exception of a passing car, or the occasional rat jumping out from an alleyway. I wish things could stay this way. No more war in the world; world peace would envelope us all, and everyone would be happy, even the really emotionally unbalanced people. I've dreamed of a world where the inhabitants got along easily, and that there were barely any arguments, except for the friendly ones. Those ones were okay.

I was far away from my apartment, so I decided to take the alleyways to get back to my house. I had this intense feeling of dread as I walked through them. It felt like I was prey, and that my stalking predator would jump out from behind me and pounce, ravaging me, and successfully obtaining its meal for the day. Did I say predator? What I meant to say was predators.

I turned sharply, to find that those punks from the cafe were blocking my exit back. And the looks on their face told me that they weren't leaving their posts anytime soon. Full of malice and animosity, they smirked.

"Well, well, well, look at who we've stumbled upon."

Those words were the words I feared the most. Yup, they wanted a fight, and they wanted me dead. They weren't just perverted punks; they were flat out perverted criminals, and I've stumbled into their spiderweb of a trap. And they were making sure of me not making it out alive. They all instantly pulled out switchblades, and boy were they long. And no, I'm not going to make a "that's what she said" joke. There is not a single second to be wasted. So you know what I did? I hauled ass down the other side of the alleyway, heading into the maze of bullshit that almost all of those types of cliched stories have. Watch, I'm going to stumble upon a dead end, and then, SHINK! I'm stabbed, and I get tortured to death.

I turned, and turned, trying to lose these thugs. I eventually heard the footsteps of my pursuers grow fainter and fainter. Yes! I've lost them. But I wasn't quite safe yet. They probably have not given up their search. I turned one last time, and what do you know? I've found the thing I was dreading; a dead, fucking, end. And to add on to that, I heard their footsteps behind me. I guess I was in too much of a shock, because next them you know, I feel something stab through my back. And boy was the pain excruciating! I held my breath in, keeping my cries of pain in check. If I were to cry out, then they would make my death even more painful. Smooth move Zero. You knew that you were going to die, and you knew the way to make it less painful. Blood poured out of my stab wound like a hole in a coconut leaking water. I fell to my knee, before roughly being shoved to the ground onto my stomach. They didn't waste any time, so they held me down, and lifted my neck. Heh. This was so cliche. I felt the blade press against my neck, and slide across, gutting my throat. My mind knew I was going to drown in my own blood.

Within my mind, I was thinking at miles per minute. Reflecting on my life leading up to this point, I was kind of a dick to everyone since I moved to that port town. I got along with my friends more than I did my family. Did I have a much better connection with them than my family? I must be very pathetic. My mother loved me very much, and she never gave up on me. But what did I give her in return? Pain and torture. I yelled at her a lot, and blew up from the littlest things. She cried a lot too. I'm starting to feel like a huge asshat. Then there was my sister. She was like my mother, only a bit more sassier. She always supported me, and not only that, but she understood me the most. I had a great connection with her. She's probably in Maine right now, working as a nurse in the medical field. Heh. She's probably saved a couple lives by now, or maybe ten. She isn't dead, because I didn't receive notice. There's my brother as well. He was an illiterate asshole to me. He never stopped picking on me despite me telling him to stop. I don't like jokes at all, and it was because of him and my father. I still love my brother. My father was a raging alcoholic, and he was like this before I was born. He drank, and drank, and got into many accidents. He was so lazy. He didn't work at all on the house. He slept all day. I feel as if nothing could have changed him… or anyone… except for me. If I had tried to actually get along with my whole family, they wouldn't have suffered. It wasn't just my father, for it was also me who caused grief and misery. I even went as far as shutting out all of my other family members! What kind of a fucking asshole am I!? To seclude yourself from everyone in your family is a huge deal, a low blow, and a disheartening thing to do. I might as well as slap everyone in my family and run away, only to never come back. Except… I won't come back. I can't make up the things I've done, because I don't have the chance. My mother always told me that I still had the chance to change, but I never took it. I didn't even visit her yet. I'm here, drowning in my own life fluid. I couldn't even speak to save myself. I just wish that I could have changed what I had done in my past, instead of secluding myself. If I hadn't stayed a hermit, I would have had a better life! A family that loved me more than they do now! A… family of my own. I never took my mother's word. I should have just listened… I just… wish that I could… redo my mistakes… I turned over, and watched the starry sky as my vision continued to darken. The whole front of my body was stained crimson. Soon, I wouldn't be able to see those stars anymore… … … Why is it not getting darker? As a matter of fact, why is it getting excruciatingly brighter!? I shouted in a panic weakly before my vision was consumed by this bright light.

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