Sam sat in his dark room crying gently into his hands. His life had all but fallen apart. His girlfriend had left him for that dumbass Trent and his poor parents had been in a car crash and both had died. Now he was with his uncle and aunt, neither who treated him right and didn't really care for him. He had thought many times about suicide but he knew that was the losers way out. But it became increasing hard for him when his friend Miles did what he thought about doing. Sam sniffled and sat up from his corner and walked quietly over to his laptop, which was a miracle he still had. He logged onto a social network account and sent a message to his one and only friend, a girl by the name of Donna. He had met her when he was aimlessly browsing on the internet.

WitWick Hey Donna

DONaa232 Sam…hey um h-hows it going?

WitWick Same…

DONaa232 Listen Sam I don't think we should be friends anymore…

WitWick W-Why?

DONaa232 You are all "my life sucks" and "I hate this world" Sam other people have issues…not just you

WitWick Fine…

_DONaa232 Has disconnected_

Sam sat back in his chair and looked at his wrist which was cover in scars and scabs. He had resorted to this about a month ago…it was the only way to relieve the pain. He picked up the switch knife he hid in his desk. He switched it open and placed it on his wrist but looked up when he heard a ding. He sat motionless at the text he saw.

_PRMS Has Joined, do you wish to accept?_

WitWick Yes

PRMS Hello Samuel

WitWick How do you know my name?

PRMS Oh I know quite a few things about you Sam.

WitWick You don't know anything about me.

PRMS Oh really…I know you go to Mission City High School

WitWick So do most people

PRMS I know your parents died in a car crash

WitWick So does everyone who got a edition of that paper.

PRMS I know you are lonely…

WitWick…

PRMS I know you live with your abusive Uncle and Aunt

WitWick How do you know that?

PRMS Like I said I know a lot about you Sam…now put that knife down..

Sam went pale at the words he read. He dropped the knife and looked around and saw no one. He leaned over his computer.

WitWick A-Are you in my room?

PRMS No

WitWick T-Then how did you know?

PRMS Samuel at the current time I can not play 20 questions. I want to tell you something.

WitWick Okay…what?

PRMS That your life is going to get better, you are going to have a Family and a loved one soon.

WitWick Yeah right…

PRMS Sam…trust me

_PRMS Has Disconnected_

Sam gulped and sat back in his chair. Who was this person? How did they know this?

It had been a few weeks since the bizarre messages. It seemed as thought the messages were lies, his life had got increasingly horrible. He was now sitting in his class not paying attention and thinking about the messages. He looked outside and saw that it had began to storm he grumbled. He knew he would have to walk home in the rain. The bell rang to signal the end of school. He collected his things and got up. He walked outside and walked home, he was drenched by the time he arrived. He silently opened the door and walked in.

"Where the hell you been boy?" slurred a deep voice from the darkness.

"School…I had to walk home" Sam murmured.

"Uh huh…" the man slurred back and the sound of a gulp could be heard. "Heh do you think I am stupid boy?" the man asked.

"No…why?" Sam asked as he tried to get to his room.

"I found the knife in your room…thinking about taking on me huh?" the man asked and Sam shook his head.

"No…no" Sam said and started backing up against the door.

"Right…" The man said and stood, Sam's heart beat became erratic when he saw the gleam of a riffle barrel. "You know… I never much cared for you" The man said and cocked the riffle. Sam stiffened as his back hit the door, he quickly opened it and ran.

"GET BACK HERE!" The man yelled and shot twice. Once missing Sam and another hitting him in the arm, Sam yelped and stumbled and held his arm. He jumped up and ran faster and turned down a dirt road which lead to a forest. He kept running and running as fast as he could, he was now in tears and weeping. He tripped and fell down a hill and laid on his back in pain. He sobbed loudly and crawled against the wall. Sam eventually cried himself to sleep.

" Is he online?" Asked a deep baritone voice that seemed to wrap around Sam as he started to come too.

"Yes though he is still very weak" Said a slightly higher tone but gruffer voice.

"We should get him to the base now" Said the baritone voice.

"I agree" replied the gruff one. Sam groaned and he could hear the movement.

"Shhhh little one…you are very weak" Said the baritone one, Sam nodded numbly his vision still blurry, he passed out again.

AN: A bit darker yes…but I am feeling a bit darker these days. Shit keeps happening to me so I am just going to write.