"Everyday... every night... I feel the world... my emotions... closing in on me... when all I want... is to die...

The buzzing of the alarm clock woke Wally up at about 9:30 in the morning. It was becoming increasingly difficult to get out of bed every morning. You wouldn't know it just by looking at him walking down the street, but every night when he went to sleep, he would pray to Arceus that he would fall asleep and not wake up ever again.

"Hello?" Wally's roommate, May, peered at him from around the bedroom door. She was his best friend, the one who cared about him the most, some days he felt like she was the only one who ever cared about him.

"Hey Wally, are you feeling alright today?" May asked him as she walked into the room.

"Yeah, I guess..." he responded, gazing downward.

May sat on the bed next to him and said to him, "Still been feeling really blue lately?"

Wally nodded. He wanted so badly to cry, but he held back. Boy, was it hard.

"Hey, little buddy!" a voice called out to Wally from downstairs, a voice that he immediately recognized as May's next-door neighbor and boyfriend Brendan.

Yeah, they were pretty good friends, but Wally couldn't help but feel jealous of Brendan. He was so lighthearted, so happy to be alive, when Wally spent every waking moment wishing that he was dead.

But, as much as he refused to admit it, the thing that really made him envious of Brendan was his relationship with May. Wally had been in love with May for a long time, perhaps since they met, when her father Norman helped him catch his Ralts.

But there was one other thing keeping them apart – their ages. May was eighteen, Wally was fourteen. May would probably want someone older than Wally – which is possibly one of the reasons why she picked Brendan, who was also eighteen.

"We'll be right down, Brenny!" May called out to Brendan, and then turned to Wally and said, "C'mon Wally! Brendan probably brought some cool games for us to play today!" as she headed towards the staircase.

"I'll be down soon!" Wally called out after them, trying to sound chipper, trying to hide how he really felt deep down inside. As he stood there for a few minutes, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, staring at his scar-covered arm. If a complete stranger were to see his bare arms, his arms wouldn't even look human to said stranger, do to the countless number of cut and burn marks. This is why he always wears long sleeves, no matter how hot it gets.

After Wally's mind came back to Earth, he headed downstairs to hang out with May and Brendan. Maybe that would bring his emotions back up to a tolerable level.

When he reached the bottom of the staircase, Brendan was there to greet him.

"Hey, little buddy! I managed to pick up MarioKart Double Dash at GameStop yesterday!" he said to Wally enthusiastically, "Wanna team up against May? Two against one will surely come out on top!"

"That sounds nice..." Wally responded uneasily, trying so hard to hold back the urge to burst into tears of despair right were he stood.

They turned on the game and played out their race. As promised, Brendan and Wally won against May and the computer-controlled characters.

"Yay! We won!" Brendan exclaimed, "Up top, bro!" Brendan said to Wally, holding up his hand for Wally to give him a high-five.

But, Wally couldn't be happy about this little victory in the slightest. All he could think about was his constant psychological pain. So many painful thoughts and memories kept running through his head.

"Wally?" Brendan asked, "Are you okay?"

"Stop crying! You little brat!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it!"

"You're so selfish! You have a roof over your head, you have all the food you could ever want, you have warm clothes, you have people taking good care of you! Stop acting like you have it bad!

"I'm sorry! I don't know why I feel so depressed!"

"Well you should stop being so selfish! You should just cheer up!"

Not even his own family could understand his plight. They didn't even try.

"You look kinda out of it, Wally. Are you alright?" asked May.

Wally couldn't even think about responding. All he could think about was his constant pain. He began sweating profusely, his breathing became heavy and rapid, his heart began pounding in his chest, he felt dizzy as all fuck, he was losing it.

"Wally?"

He fell to his hands and knees and started puking like crazy. He began gasping for breath. May and Brendan knelt beside him, trying to help him relax, but to no avail. Then, Wally's body gave out and he collapsed on the living room floor.